[ From inside the burrito blanket, there's a bit of motion just enough for Kenma to tilt his head at an angle that lets one eye come into view -- arguably alert for someone who hasn't slept. ]
It's nice.
[ He blinks, weighing the pros and cons of wriggling more out of the blanket -- on the one hand, delivery; on the other hand...he's comfy. A soft sigh followed by another yawn, and he settles for something in-between, not quite unwinding from his cocoon but also fidgeting enough until he's as far out as his chin, blankets sort of brushing his mouth. ]
You sleep with two pillows smushed together on your head.
[ Translation: that sounds much more dire. The slight smile on Kenma is so small it could be missed, but it's there.
His gaze darts around for the food, not sitting up still though. ]
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It's nice.
[ He blinks, weighing the pros and cons of wriggling more out of the blanket -- on the one hand, delivery; on the other hand...he's comfy. A soft sigh followed by another yawn, and he settles for something in-between, not quite unwinding from his cocoon but also fidgeting enough until he's as far out as his chin, blankets sort of brushing his mouth. ]
You sleep with two pillows smushed together on your head.
[ Translation: that sounds much more dire. The slight smile on Kenma is so small it could be missed, but it's there.
His gaze darts around for the food, not sitting up still though. ]