[and he doesn't notice until it's too late--he says something muffled and a little indignant into the underside of the pillow, but doesn't fight it off. maybe this is his fate. maybe he deserves to be not-smothered for whatever it is he's done to make Irahl not want to sleep with him.
so he's quiet, for a few moments. kind of stills out. maybe he's finally giving up.
...ha, of course not. he shifts, tentatively pushing up on a corner of the pillow and peering up at Irahl from under it.]
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so he's quiet, for a few moments. kind of stills out. maybe he's finally giving up.
...ha, of course not. he shifts, tentatively pushing up on a corner of the pillow and peering up at Irahl from under it.]
I can be quiet...