[ he knows that expression very well. he expects to see much more of it today.
after he kicks off his shoes, he goes straight upstairs when he goes inside, cause he has a feeling no one else is home for the time being. when he busts into Kenma's bedroom he's not surprised to see just the top of his head poking out of a complete blanket burrito. ]
Delivery boy here, at your service!
[Coming over, he gets onto the bed, setting his stuff down, then tries to peek into the blanket.]
Sometimes I wonder how you can breathe under there.
[ 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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[ he knows that expression very well. he expects to see much more of it today.
after he kicks off his shoes, he goes straight upstairs when he goes inside, cause he has a feeling no one else is home for the time being. when he busts into Kenma's bedroom he's not surprised to see just the top of his head poking out of a complete blanket burrito. ]
Delivery boy here, at your service!
[Coming over, he gets onto the bed, setting his stuff down, then tries to peek into the blanket.]
Sometimes I wonder how you can breathe under there.
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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. ]