Envoyofbacon

000 Emile was dozing quietly, as much as he could. It was late at night and the sound of an engine was loudly whirring in his ear. He was very tired, and he knew he was so close to finally arriving home. He squirmed slightly, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position to get in. airplane seats weren't exactly luxurious. Just as he was about to give up, he felt a pillow get shoved into his hands. Emile opened his eyes wider to turn to the man next to him. The man had a laptop out in front of him, and he had dirty blond hair and glasses. "Here. You looked tired and I doubt I'll be sleeping anytime soon." He held up the control in his hand