There is a sheepish on his lips when he leans down to take a closer look at the bird, making sure he was fast asleep. Using the opportunity for a little fun on his sides, he then proceeds to push up that already crumbled shirt of Cas, exposing a bit more of his flat stomach. A marker in hand, a simple expression would be written down on it: mon bien-aimé

        it was those rare times he actually slept— and boy, did he sleep.
the phoenix laid in munakata’s bed, taking up half and all the pillows
tucked all around his body. though, even the pillows didn’t protect
him from munakata. caspian, so sound asleep, should have awoken
at the feeling of cold, damp ink against his abs, though yet remained
in heavy slumber for several minutes until he finally stirred awake.
dark eyelashes parted and blurry vision cast out onto the bedroom, 
then down to his still bunched up shirt and the black lettering across.
confused, he didn’t pay much mind to it at first. his voice came in a 
low gruff, managing a call that would have been a grunt.

                                                      ❝—- reisi?❞

it was a damn shame he couldn’t read french upside down—