"That's--" The Tailor's eyes narrowed at the ploy. "You sneak," they shot, without real heat. "It's not my fault your home's so...homey."
They set their cup on the table again, nearly rising from their admittedly very comfortable spot. "You don't need to go out of your way, really," they started, arms outreached in supplication. "I've fallen asleep in much more uncomfortable spots, which much less in terms of bedding. The loveseat's plenty! I'd rather you were in your own bed for the evening!"
At some point, on exposing a little too much, they'd become flustered, even as Mori was moving. It was clear they weren't at all used to being treated with such generosity, and they didn't know what to do in the face of it.
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Date: 11 Jul 2025 01:43 (UTC)They set their cup on the table again, nearly rising from their admittedly very comfortable spot. "You don't need to go out of your way, really," they started, arms outreached in supplication. "I've fallen asleep in much more uncomfortable spots, which much less in terms of bedding. The loveseat's plenty! I'd rather you were in your own bed for the evening!"
At some point, on exposing a little too much, they'd become flustered, even as Mori was moving. It was clear they weren't at all used to being treated with such generosity, and they didn't know what to do in the face of it.