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Bisera lifted a hand up, petting Xarnith's hair as the other man started to complain about wanting snuggles, his eyes still on the journal that was sitting on the free part of his lap. It was obvious that he was deep in his work, in a bit of a trance in fact. It was the reason that he didn't really even seem to notice what it was that he was doing when it came to petting his friend's pretty hair.

He came a little out of his trance as he heard the second thing that Xarnith said, to a degree at least, and looked down at him, "Huh?" Was he saying something? He then starred at his own hand, realizing what it was that he was doing, "Ah! Sorry about that..." He was quick to move his hand, his cheeks coloring. Oops... it seemed as though his hand had gotten away from him while he was distracted. How embarrassing! He really needed to be careful when it came to him getting so deep into his work.

"Oh! I'm sorry... if you're still tired you should definitely go back to sleep." He agreed, feeling bad for messing up his nap because he'd hesitated so much when it came to petting his hair. Surely... surely it should be alright, right? If it was something that actually helped Xarnith to sleep then it meant that he wasn't bothered by it. He found himself debating on stroking his hair again but Xarnith spoke up again and caused him to pause. He wanted Bisera to lay down with him instead of remaining as he was.

"Ahhh... a few hours of sleep?" He glanced at the various sketches that he'd been working on. Should he take a break and jump back into it again? He gave a humming sound before he said, "I... guess? I can't sleep too long though because I really want to get to work on the piece for you. It's important to make it perfect after all."

Bisera shifted a bit to lay on his side, petting the little kitty that had squeezed himself in between them. It was something that allowed him to get all the attention because if one wasn't mindful of him they would get jabbed by his crystals on accident. He looked passed Fractis and said, "Try to get more sleep, Xarnith." The warrior seemed to be tired and therefore he wanted to make sure that he got enough rest so that he was feeling better when he came to.

Allowing his own eyes to sink closed he tried to quiet his racing thoughts so that he could rest as well. It was difficult because even with his eyes closed he could see various ideas there in his mind. They made his hands itch to keep working but he'd already told Xarnith that he'd try to get some sleep and he meant to do his best to do just that. Even if he didn't sleep deeply he could at least rest and relax.

It took a bit for Bisera to finally sink into a light sleep, having been going over various designs in his head as he lay there. As he drifted off he was able relax a bit more though his hand seemed to keep moving, one hand tracing ideas out with the tip of his index finger even as he slept. Even in his sleep he couldn't help but to work out designs... though he likely wouldn't remember any of the 'dream designs' since he wasn't actually sketching anything.

An unknown amount of time later he got a little shake awake, something that had him sitting up slowly, eyes a bit bleary, hair a bit messy, "Huh? What?" Lifting a hand up he rubbed it against his eyes, looking a bit confused for a moment. As he sat there, trying to wake up, he realized that he couldn't quite recall whatever it was that he was dreaming about. Something told him it was interesting and important... but the dream was gone and he was left sitting there a bit in a daze.

Bisera gave a nod of his head, eyes half closing as his friend helped him with the messy mop that was his hair. He could hear his friend talking to him, something that had him nodding a bit, before he found himself relaxing back against the one sitting behind him. He gave a bit of a yawn and then mumbled, "I think I dreamed about the design for your armband... but I can't quite remember it. It's going to drive me crazy now."

This meant a lot more sketching on his part in hopes that he would be able to figure it out again. It would be a bit of a bit of a long shot but maybe he could figure it out through luck alone? He let his eyes close again, trying to recall exactly what it had been that he'd been designing in his dream.

Bisera opened his dark blue eyes, glancing up at his friend, before seeming to realize that he was leaning into him. There was the voice in his head that said that he really shouldn't be sitting like this, that he aught to sit up. For the moment though he was comfortable and he was hoping that leaning into Xarnith might help the design to come back to him. He gave a humming sound before nodding, "I... do. Plan things during sleep I mean. It helps at times, other times it's terrible because I can't remember what it was I was planning."

As he thought about it he said, "I think that it was something... I want to say braided metal and..." Giving a little squeak as something in his mind seemed to click. Sitting up he reached over to get his journal and set to sketching a new design among the various others that decorated the page.

It was hard to tell if Bisera noticed the fact that Xarnith had moved away, seeming to be completely enthralled by his work. It was only when Xarnith reappeared that he seemed to notice because his friend Xarnith spoke to him, getting his attention off the work at hand for a moment. Glancing over his shoulder he starred at him for a moment, as though he were speaking a foreign language, before it clicked, "Ah! Yes... water. Thank you." He'd keep that in mind just in case he decided that he needed something like that he thought to himself as he turned back to his work.

A moment or several moments later, Bisera couldn't really tell due to where his mind was, Xarn was speaking again. What was he saying? Something about a snack? His eyes remained on his book, his hand still moving, while the other set to groping around in an attempt to find said snack without having to use his eyes. He was in the zone now and didn't want to risk lifting his gaze.