Did you? Thank you, Marshle, tha’sh sho good of you. He likes you.
[ the hallway mutes them, a simple genius of design muffling the sound of their passage; his big-shoed tromping, her easy alto, both compressed and contained ‘til choso, for a wild little moment, wonders if he’d gone deaf for too much rum. the door sliding open a moment later allays it all, and when he steps into the familiar storm of their shared room, choso cannot help but heave a big sigh of relief. it morphs into a hiccup midway.
at the question, he lifts a big paw to point at what seems to be a nest. ]
Tha’ one.
[ though one of the beds seems entirely made up and barely touched, the other is truly a chaotically fluffy nest piled high with sheets and blankets and all the extra whatevers the room provided.
snacks heap in a pile on one of the dressers, like a repository of everything choso and yuji have managed to get their paws on in the duration of this impromptu pseudo-vacation. ]
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[ the hallway mutes them, a simple genius of design muffling the sound of their passage; his big-shoed tromping, her easy alto, both compressed and contained ‘til choso, for a wild little moment, wonders if he’d gone deaf for too much rum. the door sliding open a moment later allays it all, and when he steps into the familiar storm of their shared room, choso cannot help but heave a big sigh of relief. it morphs into a hiccup midway.
at the question, he lifts a big paw to point at what seems to be a nest. ]
Tha’ one.
[ though one of the beds seems entirely made up and barely touched, the other is truly a chaotically fluffy nest piled high with sheets and blankets and all the extra whatevers the room provided.
snacks heap in a pile on one of the dressers, like a repository of everything choso and yuji have managed to get their paws on in the duration of this impromptu pseudo-vacation. ]
No food on bed, tho’, ssshorry.