Eh, let's see, Bokuto's stiiill— [ kuroo unceremoniously opens the door to the hole-in-the-wall watering hole, quietly padding over to the room they'd paid for to stay in, and lo and behold. ] On the floor.

Right where I left him.

[ the university jacket kuroo had draped over bokuto's face has migrated down to his waist, though,
and akaashi's gently (very gently) snoring where he's slumped over the table. (it's more of a nasal whistling than a snore, but kuroo refuses to let reality erase what little imperfections he can ascribe to the team vice.)

kuroo crouches right on top of bokuto, a cat-like grin making its lazy crawl across his expression. ]

It's bad manners to wake someone up with slapping, right?