[Well. In fairness, that's the blanket from the bed, so Okuyasu doesn't need it back. There's no reason to roll over and pettily yank it back to his side of this - suddenly crowded - pile of bedding. So he stops at just rolling over again, to stare at the back of Josuke's head in turn, because that seems to be what they're doing now.
This guy...]
You're not gonna whine about how your room at home is sooo much better than this place again, are you?
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This guy...]
You're not gonna whine about how your room at home is sooo much better than this place again, are you?
[Are you. What is your deal.]