Stitch.
Stitch.
Gilbert could feel his eyes drooping. Of all the things that Arthur Kirkland could be doing, he just had to be working on his embroidery. The albino had tried to be conversational with the man, but then Arthur had said, without even looking up, "Beilschmidt unless you want this needle in your eye I would highly suggest for you to be silent."
He could just leave, but he didn't want to- this wasn't over. Probably. Maybe he was just bored. Either way he was staying here. Now if only he could stay awake.
Arthur happened to be silently amused by the man struggling to stay awake next to him. It was beyond him how Beilschmidt could possibly sleep any more when he was sure the man spent at least half the day doing such. Nevertheless, watching the man nearly nod off every few moments was particularly humorous, though he wouldn't show he saw it that way.
Stitch.
Stitch.
It turned out that Gilbert was fighting a losing battle, as he was soon asleep with his head resting on the other man's shoulder. As the German's breaths evened out, Arthur paused in his work to regard the man and roll his eyes. At least Beilschmidt was a lot less irritating when he was sleeping and not making a nuisance of himself.
Stitch.
Stitch.
Sigh.
"You're an idiot, Beilschmidt."