[Too stubborn to disconnect, Takasugi ends up splayed near the edge of the bed. One leg under the covers, the other jutting off the side, he's hardly curled into Solomon. Being nestled against the man's back had purpose when they'd ascended the stairs.
Now there's nothing left but the gesture - and that alone would reveal so much.
A desire to be near, to feel warmth not of the comforter but of the monster himself.
But, a voice reminds him, this isn't comfortable. Takasugi seizes the chance to move, arching his back and searching with his limbs until he's found a position that holds Solomon to himself.] You're feeling affectionate...
[An accusation - and an acknowledgement of the sudden boldness.]
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Now there's nothing left but the gesture - and that alone would reveal so much.
A desire to be near, to feel warmth not of the comforter but of the monster himself.
But, a voice reminds him, this isn't comfortable. Takasugi seizes the chance to move, arching his back and searching with his limbs until he's found a position that holds Solomon to himself.] You're feeling affectionate...
[An accusation - and an acknowledgement of the sudden boldness.]