[ falco shakes his head stiffly, but still adds some sort of response. he's shared beds with gabi in camps, with other children when there was still a headquarters— not like he missed that, though. he'd highly prefer sleeping at home, with his brother. jun's omen was sweet— perle always found a way to sleep in the crook of his chin and neck, but there was still one . . . problem? he could feel it in how the borrowed clothes were sticking to him rather than falling cleanly. ]
I think I'd drench your bed at this rate . . . [ but at least his breathing has quelled enough to speak with the mimimal amount of pauses. he's trying to keep his mind wandering rather than returning to that spot. he focuses on the comfort. he doesn't want to reject the offer, he wants to. he really wants to, but he doesn't want to get himself caught in a hole too deep to climb out of. ] I need to— get my corruption down.
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I think I'd drench your bed at this rate . . . [ but at least his breathing has quelled enough to speak with the mimimal amount of pauses. he's trying to keep his mind wandering rather than returning to that spot. he focuses on the comfort. he doesn't want to reject the offer, he wants to. he really wants to, but he doesn't want to get himself caught in a hole too deep to climb out of. ] I need to— get my corruption down.