[ they were way too close, and ritsu debates if he should whine more (maybe koga will drop him on the bed) (or maybe he'll just drop him on the floor) (hm) or if he should just go (the bed isn't so far? he can do that much, probably), and after a long moment
(don't think he's fallen asleep despite saying he wouldn't, corgi!!!)
he acquiesces and slides off, leaning on koga a moment more to get his bearings before he shuffles over to the bed and flops on top of it with a siiiiiiiiiiiigh. ]
...I don't wanna wrinkle these clothes, so help me take them off... I didn't even put them on myself in the first place. That was Ousama. [ at least he rolls over to stare at koga instead of just remaining on his stomach like an unhelpful asshole. ] They were made by the transfer student, so they're special.
i'm so sorry he's just treating koga as his toothier replacement mao.
(don't think he's fallen asleep despite saying he wouldn't, corgi!!!)
he acquiesces and slides off, leaning on koga a moment more to get his bearings before he shuffles over to the bed and flops on top of it with a siiiiiiiiiiiigh. ]
...I don't wanna wrinkle these clothes, so help me take them off... I didn't even put them on myself in the first place. That was Ousama. [ at least he rolls over to stare at koga instead of just remaining on his stomach like an unhelpful asshole. ] They were made by the transfer student, so they're special.