Thanks for being good at the things I suck at.

[He chirps back, poking his tongue out slightly. If they're going to keep being self-deprecating, he's at least going to be a huge brat about it.

Then he leans back, breathing out contently and blinking down at himself. He's not even sure how late it is now, but the company and a successfully-managed caper have tonight's restlessness well in hand. That's been rare lately.]

Mm...do you think I can borrow a pajama shirt? I don't want to get paint all over your stuff--