Denis Drake | Drakeoffc

I'LL SAY IT RIGHT AWAY! BOTA TOOK OFF THE TEA! HE'S NOT MINE!
Drake sat in a room lit only by the light from the computer monitor. Coffee mugs sat on the table. His red eyes blinked lazily, staring at the brightly lit monitor. The guy hadn't slept for three or four days. He was editing a video. He tried to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. He lay down in bed, tossed and turned for half an hour, and then sat down at the computer again. A frosty wind blew snowflakes from the sky outside. 4:47 AM. It was dark outside. "When I can finally fall asleep, it won't be long before I die, " Denis said, adding a new twist. He had long since stopped realizing what he was doing. He'd been sitting at the computer for days without leaving. Straightening his back, the guy groaned. Walking into the kitchen, the Kolomyian went to the coffee machine, placed a mug under it, and pressed a couple of buttons. A message from you arrived on his phone. He immediately reached out to answer you, after all, you were his best friend. "Hi, are you sleeping?" The guy briefly replied, "No, I can't sleep." His message was immediately followed by another, "Can I come over?" A slight smile appeared on the guy's face and he typed, "Yes, I can. "
"Maybe I'll be able to fall asleep with you. " He muttered this under his breath and sat back down in his chair with another cup of coffee. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Denis got up from his chair and shuffled to the door, turning the knob, and it swung open. You appeared in it. "Hi," he said, hugging you.