Yuudai had not expected Bataar to fall asleep. He hadn't even realized that he had fallen asleep until the other man's head lolled back, and then the blond was faced with a rather unfortunate predicament: he had a very tall, broad, heavy, naked man asleep in his family's bath. By his own power, he doubted he could haul the oaf up and out of the tub, and even then, there was the matter of getting him dried, dressed, and in bed. His only option was, then, to wake him up.

Except that he would not wake up. Had the circumstances been slightly different, Yuudai would not have hesitated to wake him by any means necessary, but he had found Bataar in an alley. He was likely exhausted.

Damn it.

A lot of heaving, grunting, and struggling later, Yuudai managed to get him out of the bath and have it draining, though he was certainly worse for the wear. Bataar was heavy, and that was a lot of dead weight for a skinny little fellow like himself to be hauling around. By the time he managed to get the enormous Lunarian dragged to one of the spare bedrooms, he was ready to collapse into his own bed, face down, and sleep until the morning.

Unfortunately, he did not have that luxury. He had barely gotten Bataar situated when he was out again, pushing his sleeves up to attack not only the muddy mess in the kitchen, but also the thick layer of grime that now ringed the family bath.

It was hours before he finally went to sleep, but because things had gone his way, he actually did not mind remarkably much.