[ Now there's a mental image he can't help but laugh at—everyone bursting in on them sharing a bed. Him still in Shiro's shirt, hair disheveled from going to bed while it was still damp. There's no way they'd ever be able to play it off as anything platonic in their current position, either. ]
That'd go over well, huh? I guess if we're going to play 20 questions about our love life, I'd at least rather have clothes on.
[ That... felt weird to say. Should it be this hard to wrap his head around the idea that all this is actually happening? Maybe he's so tired nothing is processing the way it should. He ends up suppressing a yawn of his own. ]
I've gotten through worse. I just—you forget what a real bed feels like, sometimes. If I got anymore relaxed, you'd probably have to physically carry me out.
[ Which at this point, he wouldn't be entirely opposed to, really. Even with the commotion it'd probably cause. Or maybe because of the commotion it'd cause? ]
I know this feel sobs
That'd go over well, huh? I guess if we're going to play 20 questions about our love life, I'd at least rather have clothes on.
[ That... felt weird to say. Should it be this hard to wrap his head around the idea that all this is actually happening? Maybe he's so tired nothing is processing the way it should. He ends up suppressing a yawn of his own. ]
I've gotten through worse. I just—you forget what a real bed feels like, sometimes. If I got anymore relaxed, you'd probably have to physically carry me out.
[ Which at this point, he wouldn't be entirely opposed to, really. Even with the commotion it'd probably cause. Or maybe because of the commotion it'd cause? ]