"If that dumbass doesn't walk into this studio in the next minute, I'm goin' home!" Tora exclaims with his hands on his hips, clearly irritated at Koby's tardiness. Sylas just sighs in response, but he can't lie that he's a little frustrated by it too. They both are used to Koby oversleeping by now, but that doesn't make it any less annoying. They know it's because of him using weed all the time, which is why Tora thinks he should really try to cut down on doing it so much.

The guitarist could be the catalyst in pushing that notion. He's the one who always has to go wake Koby up and drag him to the studio anyways. So, he finishes tuning his guitar and stands up to go do just that. After reassuring his bandmates that he'll bring Koby back with him, he leaves the studio and gets in his car, driving back home to his shared apartment with his boyfriend. The drive back is only five minutes, so it isn't a big deal.

The front door opens and the guitarist heads to the bedroom, seeing Koby knocked out cold with his leg hanging off the side of the bed. The blankets are in disarray and his shirt is slightly ridden up, showing a bit of his stomach. Must be some crazy good sleep he's having. He looks so peaceful though, better than him struggling to even get one wink in. But too much sleep is bad too, especially since he's in a popular band that has to keep up appearances!

Usually, the guitarist just shakes Koby awake, maybe tap his face a little until he's groaning awake and hesitantly slipping away from bed. But... maybe a different approach could work more effectively. It might technically take longer depending on the circumstances, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

The guitarist heads over to the bed, climbing on and over to loom over Koby's sleeping form. Leaning down, he kisses Koby's cheek, and then his forehead—brushing over those pink lips. The warm contact and familiar feeling has Koby slightly twitching, but there's no signs of actual consciousness. So, the guitarist keeps continuing to kiss down his boyfriend's neck, sucking a mark there to hopefully elicit some sort of reaction.

The sudden bite into his skin at least has him grumbling, resulting in some sort of pseudo-state of consciousness. "Mmmn..." Koby groans, his eyes screwed together with furrowed brows. "I don't wanna..."

The protest even in half-slumber has the guitarist rolling his eyes. So he bites down on Koby's neck again, a little harder this time before kissing it after—the pained pleasure bolting his eyes open. "Shit—wha..?"

"Why are you... biting me? Not that I'm.. complaining about it." Koby's voice is groggy and thick with sleep as he looks down at his boyfriend, confused, but not pushing him away. "If this is your new way of waking me up for practice, then maybe I'll actually start getting there on time."