[Kazuya scooches with a grunt, but makes more than enough room for Ragna considering the fact that he’s a twig, and the bed is more than large enough for the two of them. Does he know it’s Ragna next to him? Yes. He does. Does he care at this particular moment in time? Only a fraction of what he might otherwise.
He needs to do better for Weiss anyway. And this is about as much as he’s willing to give in for the moment, between the edges of sleep and waking.
Ragna will have to fight him for the blanket back, though.]
Some party.
[He croaks. Ah, his throat is a little dry, isn’t it.
Eh, he’ll deal with that later. He’s so comfy and cozy right now.]
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He needs to do better for Weiss anyway. And this is about as much as he’s willing to give in for the moment, between the edges of sleep and waking.
Ragna will have to fight him for the blanket back, though.]
Some party.
[He croaks. Ah, his throat is a little dry, isn’t it.
Eh, he’ll deal with that later. He’s so comfy and cozy right now.]