[Pretty princess... Why this? Another grumble as Josuke pokes at Okuyasu's face with his free hand. The aim was probably his cheek but he still can't see anything so it's more likely his chin or nose. Whatever, his minor dislike of being teased has been shown. And he's not retracting that threat(?), if his hair is a rat's nest tomorrow he is going to do worse than cry.
Still, he's not getting up or moving away.
There's a second where he thinks the coughing and shuffling is a hint that he need to move his heavy ass off, causing Josuke to tense up just the slightest amount, but instead fingers twine with his. He shifts to bury his face completely in pillow again, hiding his face for more reasons than being a bit vain.]
Mmm... Yeah, I'm good.
[He says while laying on top of Okuyasu and not a real bed. There is some sympathy for not crushing him in the middle of the night, and it would be hard to maintain balance forever, so he shifts and slides off to one side. He doesn't go much further than that though and he's still more or less on top of him but, you know. It might be a bit awkward since he still has one leg thrown haphazardly over Okuyasu's legs too.
But that's not super important to think about right now.
Even though a normal person in this position would naturally be looking at their newly elected body pillow, Josuke manages to keep his face away somehow. He's going to smother himself at this rate. Even though they totally aren't holding hands he tugs them away from his head to sprawl somewhere more natural between them. Ahaha...]
[Okuyasu thinks for a moment that Josuke moving is Josuke leaving, and for those couple seconds he's ready to hit himself for totally screwing this one up. But no, he's still there, just getting comfortable. Cool. That's cool.
Josuke's going to smother himself but that's okay because Okuyasu's other arm is still around him and it's definitely going to be dead by morning - proper morning - and that's just fine. He'll just whine about it while Josuke's whining about his hair. They can get to those things when they happen, because... well.
Well. There's still the fact that Okuyasu isn't thinking ahead to the morning or ahead at all, with Josuke's hand still in his and the rest of him warm where they're still touching. Which reminds him to, incredibly subtly amidst all these coy touches, wiggle one leg out from under Josuke's so he can kick at one of the blankets until it's actually covering them instead of being a trampled mess. This works about as well as you'd expect, so not really at all but whatever, he tried.
And now he's going to stop moving already. He settles. Finally. This is cool, he's dealing with this as coolly as possible.]
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Still, he's not getting up or moving away.
There's a second where he thinks the coughing and shuffling is a hint that he need to move his heavy ass off, causing Josuke to tense up just the slightest amount, but instead fingers twine with his. He shifts to bury his face completely in pillow again, hiding his face for more reasons than being a bit vain.]
Mmm... Yeah, I'm good.
[He says while laying on top of Okuyasu and not a real bed. There is some sympathy for not crushing him in the middle of the night, and it would be hard to maintain balance forever, so he shifts and slides off to one side. He doesn't go much further than that though and he's still more or less on top of him but, you know. It might be a bit awkward since he still has one leg thrown haphazardly over Okuyasu's legs too.
But that's not super important to think about right now.
Even though a normal person in this position would naturally be looking at their newly elected body pillow, Josuke manages to keep his face away somehow. He's going to smother himself at this rate. Even though they totally aren't holding hands he tugs them away from his head to sprawl somewhere more natural between them. Ahaha...]
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Josuke's going to smother himself but that's okay because Okuyasu's other arm is still around him and it's definitely going to be dead by morning - proper morning - and that's just fine. He'll just whine about it while Josuke's whining about his hair. They can get to those things when they happen, because... well.
Well. There's still the fact that Okuyasu isn't thinking ahead to the morning or ahead at all, with Josuke's hand still in his and the rest of him warm where they're still touching. Which reminds him to, incredibly subtly amidst all these coy touches, wiggle one leg out from under Josuke's so he can kick at one of the blankets until it's actually covering them instead of being a trampled mess. This works about as well as you'd expect, so not really at all but whatever, he tried.
And now he's going to stop moving already. He settles. Finally. This is cool, he's dealing with this as coolly as possible.]
... Yeah. Okay. [cool] Uh, g'night.