dextera doesn’t want to stop spoiling her, though—as long as he has the power to give something a good life, why wouldn’t he? he’s less offended than he appears to be, and it’s really the drama in his expression that makes it clear he’s not that upset.
she pecks until she starts to slow down, but because she’s a chicken, she doesn’t actually stop—dextera has to gently nudge her head away from guren’s hand, and they can save the rest of the scraps for her breakfast tomorrow.
[ Aww, look, Dextera is a good chicken daddy after all. He knows to tell her to stop! Guren gets that this means he should put the scraps away, but he doesn’t want to get up, so he reaches over and slips his hand into one of Dextera’s pockets, shamelessly dropping them off there. He can take care of that!! ]
Feeling tired at all? [ Guren is, but he’s also oddly energized... It’s strange. He’s mostly wondering if it’s just him. ]
[ more telling of their comfort levels with each other than guren reaching into dextera’s pocket in the first place is that dextera doesn’t stop him. worse things have been in there than veggie scraps, and now that they’re out of sight for the chicken, they’re out of mind as well. ]
...
[ dextera nods, but he looks more awake than he did when they first walked up here. he shifts so leliel is sitting in his lap, even though he knows the chances are good that they’re going to settle down to bed soon.
he wishes he could speak, if only for keeping a light conversation going while they’re here together. ]
[ Guren, meanwhile, is fine with Dextera’s silence. He doesn’t mind it at all, and body language and expressions tell him enough. Dextera is comfortable. Guren pets Leliel once more before he shifts back, lying down over his blanket pile with a sigh. He still needs to take his jacket off, but he’ll get to that slowly... ]
A lot of the time I only manage to get in naps here and there. Taking care of kids is a full time job. [ Stop Guren ]
[ well, dextera thought it was funny. guren does spend a lot of time looking after the town's younger residents, although it worries him that that often comes at the price of his own health. dextera is glad to be a respite for guren, and even if guren came over without saying anything, without making conversation, just to sleep—that would be okay, dextera thinks.
he's just happy to have the company.
so in an attempt to encourage guren to sleep while they can still make good time, dextera lets leliel hop out of his lap as he, too, makes his way over to the blanket pile. it seems more comfortable, with guren there, and dextera is soon settling next to him, on his stomach, since that seems to be the position he naturally assumes when given the chance.
—the wings made it impossible to lie on his back—
but he's forgetting about that little memory before he even recognizes it, and he folds his arms under his chin while leliel tries to decide where she wants to go. ]
Dextera is over here, next to him, and that surprises Guren when it probably shouldn’t. He knows they’ve slept next to each other before. His tired drifting off next to him, or settling in front of the fireplace and waiting for the shadows to leave. But this feels different, somehow, and he’s left quietly blinking his surprise back.
It’s not... bad, it’s just... he’s so cold and rude and grumpy, but Dextera’s still doing this. Guren can’t get out any words to tell him to give him space, either. So, he sits up just enough to unbutton his jacket and sets that aside somewhere, tossing another glance to Dextera before he lies down. He’s thinking about this too much, he’s sure...
[ 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. ]
[ And now poor, unaware Dextera is going to get a face full of the blanket meant to cover them. He doesn’t bother yanking it up for any actual cover right now, just balls it a little and pushes it at Dextera’s face. The chicken was the last straw! She’s so cute! ]
what happened? what did he do? leliel seems only mildly shocked by the assault, but dextera looks at guren, in disbelief. guren lashes out sometimes, like this, but dextera can usually track why he’s embarrassed or angry about something.
[Well, Guren won't look back at Dextera, so that's the first clue that this is embarrassment, and not anger. There's also no follow up or explanation which his anger always gives... He likes to yell when he's angry.
This, though? He's done. It's like nothing happened, almost, aside from a slightly huffy expression, and he's waiting for Dextera to unball that blanket so they can actually use it.]
Try to get some sleep. [And he's saying nice, concerned things...??]
[ dextera is still confused, but he’s forced to let it go, he supposes... even now, it doesn’t occur to him that guren would be embarrassed that dextera is this close, lying next to him.
he exhales quietly, amused, and settles down. even if guren won’t look at him, he’s looking at guren. leliel settles between them again, facing dextera, her breathing turned to a light whistling snore.
[Even if he's being like this... Guren stays facing Dextera on his side, not wanting to shift so much that he disturbs Leliel's position. He steals one more glance at Dextera before he intends to sleep, and seeing him looking right back is enough to get him to close his eyes.
His mind is just in too many places right now. That's all. He's sure that's it.
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep. It's cold, here in these types of houses, and on the floor especially, but the blankets and his company help. It makes him want to move closer, and though his sleeping mind won't let him do any drastic movements to fix this, his hand does stretch out in the middle of his sleep, fingers curling in front of Dextera's chest, close enough to brush against him.
He's pretty much still aside from that, and this time there's no muttering or mumbling while he sleeps. Only the sound of him snoring softly. Which is good! It means he's actually resting.]
[ dextera has gotten used to accommodating the chicken, so over the course of the night, he ends up curled around her, so that she’s nestled comfortably between himself and guren, while dextera inches ever closer over the course of the night.
by the time the morning comes through the window, dextera is incredibly well-rested, and ryo’s message for a quest will be happily received whenever he gets around to looking at it.
for now, however, he sighs contentedly as his consciousness pushes against the haze of sleep—his body knowing that he’s gotten plenty of thorough rest. he doesn’t open his eyes, but he’s more and more awake, and he can feel the warmth of guren’s hand against his chest.
he brings his hand up, too, so that the back of his fingers brush guren’s. ]
[Guren, meanwhile, is so knocked out that it's incredible. He must have been very tired, or maybe just very comfortable? The way his hand reacts to more warmth, to contact, is to reflexively shift and take hold of those fingers, and that's followed by a little exhale in his sleep.
The longer he stays like this, though, the more he'll slip out of that comfortable rest, no matter how quiet or still Dextera stays. He has an internal clock that won't let him sleep past a certain hour, anyway, and as nice as this is... he finally does start to wake.]
[ dextera notices that his fingers are taken, but he doesn't mind it—really, it wakes him up a little more, and he finds himself smiling without noticing it until he decides to open his eyes. when he does that, his surprise at how close they are really comes into focus. ]
[ He’s still mostly asleep, eyes closed, fingers loose but still holding Dextera’s, his other arm under his own head as a pillow. He can stay like this a little, but eyes on him makes him feel it, and he stirs a little before opening his eyes halfway. He sees Dextera looking at him, or close enough, and somehow that’s surprising, like he forgot how he fell asleep.
And then he’s aware of how close they’ve gotten. He blinks wider, his fingers curl, and he realizes next that he’s holding his hand. He doesn’t drop it, or pull away, but he does blink to stare at it, and then back at Dextera, hiding his embarrassment by turning his face more into his arm. ]
[ what an answer. dextera breathes out a tired laugh through his nose, a quiet agreement that he could gladly sleep forever, when he’s so oddly comfortable.
but leliel will want food soon, since she doesn’t know enough to nuzzle her way into his pocket, and so dextera is the first person to sit up, breaking contact only because he must—and he shifts, languidly draping some of the blankets over guren with a still-sleepy expression on his face.
if guren wants to keep sleeping, he should. it’s the kind of morning that feels right for it. ]
[There goes all of that warmth, and his hand is empty now. His sleepy mind is still catching up with it, but he stares at it curling into air before there are blankets further over him. That motion creates a different warmth in his chest, and he blinks back to Dextera as his hands move to grip at the blankets. He's not sure he could sleep again, after everything.
Even if he's really sleepy, he got more sleep than usual, so he knows he should feel rested, too. He doesn't, but he won't sleep. He'll just stay like this for about ten minutes or so, watching Dextera.
It's only after that that he pushes past laziness and sits up scrubbing at his hair to help it fall into place. His slight waves are like cheating, he looks fine?? Rude, honestly.]
[ dextera is happy to move around quietly even though guren wasn’t actually sleeping for those ten minutes. for some reason, it just feels natural to have guren here in his room when he first wakes up, and so it doesn’t bother him to go about his business while guren forces himself awake. ]
...?
[ dextera nods, since he really did sleep okay. leliel’s food has been prepared, and he pulls his laptop into his lap to check his messages. there’s something... oh, ryo.
he blinks, and turns the screen around to show guren that ryo wants to go on a quest with the two of them this morning. ]
[Good. So he did... Guren is content with just knowing that, but now there's a laptop being turned his way, and he squints at it past sleepiness. Oh. Ryo. And there's a quest about a... jorogumo?
Of course. Of course it's an invitation they can't ignore, when he's feeling so comfortable. He sighs to himself, rubbing at the back of his head now before he drops his hand away and stands up.]
It's another fight, it sounds like. We can go. [Just let him... grab and fix these blankets first, and he'll leave them somewhere for Dextera. Then, he guesses, it's spider time...
What a pain. But he's going to want to do this a handful of times, he thinks. He's already plotting and planning.]
[ dextera doesn’t mind. he’s truly in a good mood, and of course he doesn’t want to stop hanging out with guren—but he won’t have to. they can go together, and he has absolutely no qualms about how it might look to show up together this early in the morning.
he nods, answering ryo’s request with some nondescript reply, because there was never a chance he was going to say no to ryo asking something of him. he doesn’t need to offer details.
when it’s answered, he closes his laptop and grabs his sword, and he looks... honestly, completely ready to just walk right out of here. ]
[I've been saying jacket this whole time but it's his weird peasant vest that he grabs from the side, I guess, and then his sword, making sure he's all ready and those folded blankets are set somewhere out of the way. He'll walk most of the way with Dextera and then linger back just long enough that he can show up a tiny bit later... with some excuse.
Because Guren absolutely cares how it looks that they just spent the night. He claps his hand over Dextera's shoulder.]
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[ she’s not. (she is.)
dextera doesn’t want to stop spoiling her, though—as long as he has the power to give something a good life, why wouldn’t he? he’s less offended than he appears to be, and it’s really the drama in his expression that makes it clear he’s not that upset.
she pecks until she starts to slow down, but because she’s a chicken, she doesn’t actually stop—dextera has to gently nudge her head away from guren’s hand, and they can save the rest of the scraps for her breakfast tomorrow.
he pats the top of her head. ]
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Feeling tired at all? [ Guren is, but he’s also oddly energized... It’s strange. He’s mostly wondering if it’s just him. ]
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...
[ dextera nods, but he looks more awake than he did when they first walked up here. he shifts so leliel is sitting in his lap, even though he knows the chances are good that they’re going to settle down to bed soon.
he wishes he could speak, if only for keeping a light conversation going while they’re here together. ]
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[ Guren, meanwhile, is fine with Dextera’s silence. He doesn’t mind it at all, and body language and expressions tell him enough. Dextera is comfortable. Guren pets Leliel once more before he shifts back, lying down over his blanket pile with a sigh. He still needs to take his jacket off, but he’ll get to that slowly... ]
A lot of the time I only manage to get in naps here and there. Taking care of kids is a full time job. [ Stop Guren ]
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[ well, dextera thought it was funny. guren does spend a lot of time looking after the town's younger residents, although it worries him that that often comes at the price of his own health. dextera is glad to be a respite for guren, and even if guren came over without saying anything, without making conversation, just to sleep—that would be okay, dextera thinks.
he's just happy to have the company.
so in an attempt to encourage guren to sleep while they can still make good time, dextera lets leliel hop out of his lap as he, too, makes his way over to the blanket pile. it seems more comfortable, with guren there, and dextera is soon settling next to him, on his stomach, since that seems to be the position he naturally assumes when given the chance.
—the wings made it impossible to lie on his back—
but he's forgetting about that little memory before he even recognizes it, and he folds his arms under his chin while leliel tries to decide where she wants to go. ]
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Dextera is over here, next to him, and that surprises Guren when it probably shouldn’t. He knows they’ve slept next to each other before. His tired drifting off next to him, or settling in front of the fireplace and waiting for the shadows to leave. But this feels different, somehow, and he’s left quietly blinking his surprise back.
It’s not... bad, it’s just... he’s so cold and rude and grumpy, but Dextera’s still doing this. Guren can’t get out any words to tell him to give him space, either. So, he sits up just enough to unbutton his jacket and sets that aside somewhere, tossing another glance to Dextera before he lies down. He’s thinking about this too much, he’s sure...
And so he’s quiet again. ]
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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. ]
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[ And now poor, unaware Dextera is going to get a face full of the blanket meant to cover them. He doesn’t bother yanking it up for any actual cover right now, just balls it a little and pushes it at Dextera’s face. The chicken was the last straw! She’s so cute! ]
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[ WHY
what happened? what did he do? leliel seems only mildly shocked by the assault, but dextera looks at guren, in disbelief. guren lashes out sometimes, like this, but dextera can usually track why he’s embarrassed or angry about something.
this one caught him off guard! ]
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This, though? He's done. It's like nothing happened, almost, aside from a slightly huffy expression, and he's waiting for Dextera to unball that blanket so they can actually use it.]
Try to get some sleep. [And he's saying nice, concerned things...??]
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[ dextera is still confused, but he’s forced to let it go, he supposes... even now, it doesn’t occur to him that guren would be embarrassed that dextera is this close, lying next to him.
he exhales quietly, amused, and settles down. even if guren won’t look at him, he’s looking at guren. leliel settles between them again, facing dextera, her breathing turned to a light whistling snore.
he’ll sleep. ]
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[Even if he's being like this... Guren stays facing Dextera on his side, not wanting to shift so much that he disturbs Leliel's position. He steals one more glance at Dextera before he intends to sleep, and seeing him looking right back is enough to get him to close his eyes.
His mind is just in too many places right now. That's all. He's sure that's it.
It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep. It's cold, here in these types of houses, and on the floor especially, but the blankets and his company help. It makes him want to move closer, and though his sleeping mind won't let him do any drastic movements to fix this, his hand does stretch out in the middle of his sleep, fingers curling in front of Dextera's chest, close enough to brush against him.
He's pretty much still aside from that, and this time there's no muttering or mumbling while he sleeps. Only the sound of him snoring softly. Which is good! It means he's actually resting.]
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by the time the morning comes through the window, dextera is incredibly well-rested, and ryo’s message for a quest will be happily received whenever he gets around to looking at it.
for now, however, he sighs contentedly as his consciousness pushes against the haze of sleep—his body knowing that he’s gotten plenty of thorough rest. he doesn’t open his eyes, but he’s more and more awake, and he can feel the warmth of guren’s hand against his chest.
he brings his hand up, too, so that the back of his fingers brush guren’s. ]
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The longer he stays like this, though, the more he'll slip out of that comfortable rest, no matter how quiet or still Dextera stays. He has an internal clock that won't let him sleep past a certain hour, anyway, and as nice as this is... he finally does start to wake.]
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...
[ when did they...? is guren still asleep? ]
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And then he’s aware of how close they’ve gotten. He blinks wider, his fingers curl, and he realizes next that he’s holding his hand. He doesn’t drop it, or pull away, but he does blink to stare at it, and then back at Dextera, hiding his embarrassment by turning his face more into his arm. ]
‘M still tired. [ Good morning ]
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but leliel will want food soon, since she doesn’t know enough to nuzzle her way into his pocket, and so dextera is the first person to sit up, breaking contact only because he must—and he shifts, languidly draping some of the blankets over guren with a still-sleepy expression on his face.
if guren wants to keep sleeping, he should. it’s the kind of morning that feels right for it. ]
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Even if he's really sleepy, he got more sleep than usual, so he knows he should feel rested, too. He doesn't, but he won't sleep. He'll just stay like this for about ten minutes or so, watching Dextera.
It's only after that that he pushes past laziness and sits up scrubbing at his hair to help it fall into place. His slight waves are like cheating, he looks fine?? Rude, honestly.]
Did you sleep okay?
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...?
[ dextera nods, since he really did sleep okay. leliel’s food has been prepared, and he pulls his laptop into his lap to check his messages. there’s something... oh, ryo.
he blinks, and turns the screen around to show guren that ryo wants to go on a quest with the two of them this morning. ]
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Of course. Of course it's an invitation they can't ignore, when he's feeling so comfortable. He sighs to himself, rubbing at the back of his head now before he drops his hand away and stands up.]
It's another fight, it sounds like. We can go. [Just let him... grab and fix these blankets first, and he'll leave them somewhere for Dextera. Then, he guesses, it's spider time...
What a pain. But he's going to want to do this a handful of times, he thinks. He's already plotting and planning.]
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he nods, answering ryo’s request with some nondescript reply, because there was never a chance he was going to say no to ryo asking something of him. he doesn’t need to offer details.
when it’s answered, he closes his laptop and grabs his sword, and he looks... honestly, completely ready to just walk right out of here. ]
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Because Guren absolutely cares how it looks that they just spent the night. He claps his hand over Dextera's shoulder.]
Let's go.
[Then........adventures.]