[Even at this point in the night some things are capable of pausing him a little and then making him turn a bit redder than drink and kisses can manage under the cover of late evening, even if it is considerably sneakier without any lights or much talking to give him away. But he's already made a mistake: the proximity and the tiredness and everything else is making it really hard to want to be away from their bubble, and even if he's going to regret a few things in the morning (he can vaguely list them now, but he won't, they're not the important things) it's still not morning yet because neither of them is carrying a watch nor paying attention to timekeeping devices when they're all tangled up like this.
The fir tree outside sure is going to be a thing at some point, but at least it means there will be more shade once the sun is out -- for now Subete puts it all away and squeezes back reflexively with one hand while he stumbles around trying to find the fridge with the other; it's a good thing he's been reminded that takeout doesn't actually mean take to bed, at least not in most of this case, so:]
Ahh, this room... [he could complain about the room being too big, ridiculously, but he finally finds the mini-fridge with his knees instead and huffs before shoving their no-longer-dinner in and kicking the door shut; the only thing left to do is try to knee-navigate his way over to the nearest bed, which he tumbles onto while trying his best not to just flat out flop across it] Found it.
[Instead of repeating words or anything else at this point he keeps himself semi-upright with their hands (still useful!) and blinks sleepily a couple of times, reaches for Hikage's other hand after a moment when he remembers that was a thing, possibly.]
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The fir tree outside sure is going to be a thing at some point, but at least it means there will be more shade once the sun is out -- for now Subete puts it all away and squeezes back reflexively with one hand while he stumbles around trying to find the fridge with the other; it's a good thing he's been reminded that takeout doesn't actually mean take to bed, at least not in most of this case, so:]
Ahh, this room... [he could complain about the room being too big, ridiculously, but he finally finds the mini-fridge with his knees instead and huffs before shoving their no-longer-dinner in and kicking the door shut; the only thing left to do is try to knee-navigate his way over to the nearest bed, which he tumbles onto while trying his best not to just flat out flop across it] Found it.
[Instead of repeating words or anything else at this point he keeps himself semi-upright with their hands (still useful!) and blinks sleepily a couple of times, reaches for Hikage's other hand after a moment when he remembers that was a thing, possibly.]