( all too quickly she finds herself comfortably sinking into the motions with him that she forgets how unfamiliar he was to this world and all of the little things within it, cuddling included. she doesn't always mind laying it out for him — mostly, she just hopes he has the autonomy to tell her if he might not want something, rather than just go along with her whims.
a sigh deflates an already petite frame, propping up onto her forearm and tugging the mussed duvet up further, as if it might trap the warmth that radiates from him. but the way he's near teetering the edge of the mattress only serves to let more of the chill in, cold fingertips finding his forearm. )
You don't have to lay so far away like that. C'mere.
[ the coldness of her touch is what gets him, strangles the argument on his tongue before he can allocate the breath necessary for it. (if there is an emergency, he can get up and fight like this, see)
there is no storm overhead this time to fill the quiet; only the hiss of cloth and nobara's breath over her tongue. ]
Okay.
[ so he rolls over, lets himself shuffle in closer, careful with his limbs and the sleeves of his strange attire as he arranges himself at her side, knees pulled up, arms tucked into the well of his torso so that his hands may lay curled over the sheets in her little tent of bedding. (it's him, he's the one making a tent of it, how it drapes over broad shoulders) ]
( okay, he says, in that hushed, agreeable way of his. if it were any other night her tongue would've surely found something sharp to mumble by now, but it feels as if she's running on reserve. pulse a barely there, whispering thing. the way he makes to curl up beside her is almost childlike, curling his knees and tucking in his arms, nearly doubling his width. )
I'm fine. ( a quick dismissal in the form of a breath, shuffling a little closer towards him if only to find one of his hands within the sheets, tugging it instructively to the dip in her side. )
Straighten your legs. ( for a moment, her mind drifts to when she'd first let him in through her window, commands like a lilt, forcing him to get out of all of those creepy clothes. she's gotten used to them, now, but it doesn't make them any more convenient. she waits, holding up the duvet, goosebumpbs freckling across her legs. ) So I can put the blanket around you.
[ he uncurls so easily, choso does, unfurls his legs to stretch out, but as he does his head meets the sheets, hair buns smushed as his torso turns halfway onto his back. with his hand fitted against her side, the motion has him pulling her in, tugging her smaller form more into his sphere so he need not have to fuss with rearranging himself again. ]
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a sigh deflates an already petite frame, propping up onto her forearm and tugging the mussed duvet up further, as if it might trap the warmth that radiates from him. but the way he's near teetering the edge of the mattress only serves to let more of the chill in, cold fingertips finding his forearm. )
You don't have to lay so far away like that. C'mere.
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there is no storm overhead this time to fill the quiet; only the hiss of cloth and nobara's breath over her tongue. ]
Okay.
[ so he rolls over, lets himself shuffle in closer, careful with his limbs and the sleeves of his strange attire as he arranges himself at her side, knees pulled up, arms tucked into the well of his torso so that his hands may lay curled over the sheets in her little tent of bedding. (it's him, he's the one making a tent of it, how it drapes over broad shoulders) ]
You're cold. Are you okay?
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I'm fine. ( a quick dismissal in the form of a breath, shuffling a little closer towards him if only to find one of his hands within the sheets, tugging it instructively to the dip in her side. )
Straighten your legs. ( for a moment, her mind drifts to when she'd first let him in through her window, commands like a lilt, forcing him to get out of all of those creepy clothes. she's gotten used to them, now, but it doesn't make them any more convenient. she waits, holding up the duvet, goosebumpbs freckling across her legs. ) So I can put the blanket around you.
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Closer then. It's too small for both.