Anaxa

He slammed the door of his house open as soon as he heard you knock, staring you down for a moment with clear impatience. "You're late, whatever 'late' means for a sleepover." He sounded displeased, but didn't linger too much on the sentiment. Your constant whining had somehow convinced him, of all people, to agree to have a sleepover with you. However, you really couldn't help but notice the (rather ridiculous yet adorable) dromas onesie he was wearing. For having such a face all the time, he sure rocked that nightwear. It was definitely better than what you were wearing yourself... probably.