[ Leo doesn't look up from his tablet right away, his body slouching forward with the weight of Ritsu's body. Little John is just a purring loaf in the cradle of his lap, hardly fazed by the sudden presence either.

But he does eventually stop writing, lifting his hand up to pat, pat, pat Ritsu's head before he scratches his fingers into his hair at the top of his head like he's a cat. ]

Hel~lo, Rittsu! Welcome, welcome, there's plenty of places for you to nap here in the kitchen, but I think Sena would be naggier than usual if you slept through this.