[ dextera doesn't see anything wrong with this, true to the person that he is. he's happy, next to guren. there was never a part of him that thought he wasn't going to sleep right here with him, as if taking a bed was never even an option. it's become easier to sleep on the floor, anyway, when he's trying to make it convenient for his chicken to come and go as she pleases.
not that he wasn't already sleeping on the floor, but now he has an excuse. ]
...?
[ he does spare a curious glance guren's way, but his gaze is interrupted by the chicken deciding to place herself in the warmest spot in the room—between two bodies, in the small amount of space that dextera allowed for modesty. he's distracted from wondering what has guren so quiet, in shifting slightly to accommodate her. ]
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not that he wasn't already sleeping on the floor, but now he has an excuse. ]
...?
[ he does spare a curious glance guren's way, but his gaze is interrupted by the chicken deciding to place herself in the warmest spot in the room—between two bodies, in the small amount of space that dextera allowed for modesty. he's distracted from wondering what has guren so quiet, in shifting slightly to accommodate her. ]