[ Fine then, no shower. Gen gives a small shrug, the universal gesture for 'suit yourself' before casually scooting inward on the bed. At least this way, sandwiched between Eustace and the wall, he won't be the one that falls out of bed if he forgets how narrow it is and tries to roll over. ]

Nah. At least, never heard anything about it from any of my girlfriends.

[ Yeah, girlfriends plural. Try not to think about how the fuck he'd managed to con more than zero women into tolerating him as their partner.

That said, Gen's definitely growing drowsy, his words gaining a slower, muzzy quality to them as he rolls over to face the wall and starts settling into place. Having fallen into the habit of crashing as soon as he gets home, just lying down in bed is enough to start putting him to sleep. Of course he's claimed the one pillow on the bed (it's shitty and flat anyway), but at least the blanket has enough room for the both of them.

As Eustace starts settling in, he might feel that whippy tail shift against the mattress between them, touching briefly at his calf before pulling away once more. Gen still has a way to go with learning to control those canine parts of his. ]

You better not be a kicker either ... I'll kick you out of bed. [ His words are interrupted by a yawn before Gen adds at a mumble, ] ... but I guess s'not bad letting you stay over. Kinda feels like we’re camping out there again, in a way.