Yep. That's what they figured. Poor idiot was going to be stiff as all hell when they woke up. The Tailor clicked their tongue lightly. He hadn't needed to do that.
With an abundance of caution, and a grace that came from years of roof-hopping, they folded their limbs over the side of the loveseat and climbed over it near-silently. Their socks made no noise on the wooden floor, at least, but even still they were cautious about where they settled their weight to prevent creaking.
They were... a little stiff, from sleeping in their layers, but they would manage. They stretched, popped their neck, and then examined the sleeping fool.
Mori would probably wake up if they tried to move him. They might have been able to carry them, the Tailor was stronger than they may have looked, but the jostling? Wouldn't be good for the injuries, at the very least.
They settled for pulling the blanket free from the loveseat, and settling it gently on the body on the floor. It wasn't much. They knew it wasn't.
Hm. What to do...
Their eyes scanned the room, across the writing desk and the chest, over the armchair and the bookshelf and the lounge sofa. They gave a swift nod, mind made up, and got to it.
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Date: 12 Jul 2025 04:02 (UTC)With an abundance of caution, and a grace that came from years of roof-hopping, they folded their limbs over the side of the loveseat and climbed over it near-silently. Their socks made no noise on the wooden floor, at least, but even still they were cautious about where they settled their weight to prevent creaking.
They were... a little stiff, from sleeping in their layers, but they would manage. They stretched, popped their neck, and then examined the sleeping fool.
Mori would probably wake up if they tried to move him. They might have been able to carry them, the Tailor was stronger than they may have looked, but the jostling? Wouldn't be good for the injuries, at the very least.
They settled for pulling the blanket free from the loveseat, and settling it gently on the body on the floor. It wasn't much. They knew it wasn't.
Hm. What to do...
Their eyes scanned the room, across the writing desk and the chest, over the armchair and the bookshelf and the lounge sofa. They gave a swift nod, mind made up, and got to it.