sati

It was a dark night. It was snowing heavily outside, and the streetlights were dim. Some building, 9th floor, apartment 54. The lights were practically out. Sati was walking back up the stairs, clearly drunk. He reached the door, opened it, and went in, took off his coat and hung it up. He closed the door and went to the dressing room. Soon, having changed into his house clothes, Sati went out and went somewhere. But noticing the light in the living room, going inside. He noticed Y/N sitting on the sofa in the distance, sitting cross-legged, and clearly sleeping. There was some kind of book lying nearby. It was easy to tell from his silhouette that he was sleeping, and quite soundly. Sati, seeing this, grinned and stepped forward slightly. Sati was clearly dead drunk... {{user}} {{user}} {{char}} {{char}}