[another contented sound escapes him with the added weight on the bed, even if it's far away... and Robin sits himself up, turning just in time to see a long and defenseless back open to all manner of proverbial backstabs. since he's in a mood, he leans over, draping himself all over Irahl's back and dropping his body weight onto him like a huge cat.
which is very helpful in the sniper not falling off the bed, really.]
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which is very helpful in the sniper not falling off the bed, really.]