[ Girlfriends plural........... Yeah sorry, Eustace definitely can't imagine that, his whole head turning to stare at Gen as soon as that casual bomb is unloaded. Not that Gen is necessarily unattractive or anything (hottest sexiest) but surely the attitude must have been a dealbreaker for most people? Apparently not for some.
But, well, Gen's love life (sex life??? he doesn't want to think about that) is really none of his business (and again, Eustace really doesn't want to think about that) so he lets the little factoid go and opts to take off his jacket instead before folding it and placing it on the floor. ]
I don't kick in my sleep.
[ Factually proven by all zero of his girlfriends (and boyfriends) but it's not like Gen knows that. He'll find out one way or another after tonight anyway.
Gen looks right at home on his bed, already rolled over with his face towards the wall with the blanket casually draped over him. Meanwhile Eustace takes his sweet time swinging first one leg up and then the other before once again carefully lying down until his back is pressed up against the (hard, kind of lumpy) mattress and he's staring up at the (stained) ceiling. At least it beats the floor.
Mild discomfort aside, there's something strangely nostalgic about sharing a bed with someone young(er) and obnoxious. The silhouette of those pointed ears in the dark lends itself to the immersion, as does the flick of a tail into his leg every now and then. He's not nearly as sleepy as Gen, his habit of falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow broken by the past few weeks of moving around, but the absurdity (and familiarity) of the situation goes quite a ways in easing some of his previously pinched tone of voice. ]
If you wanted to cuddle while we were camping, you could have just said so.
[ He would have said no though so the point would have been moot. ]
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hottest sexiest) but surely the attitude must have been a dealbreaker for most people? Apparently not for some.But, well, Gen's love life (sex life??? he doesn't want to think about that) is really none of his business (and again, Eustace really doesn't want to think about that) so he lets the little factoid go and opts to take off his jacket instead before folding it and placing it on the floor. ]
I don't kick in my sleep.
[ Factually proven by all zero of his girlfriends (and boyfriends) but it's not like Gen knows that. He'll find out one way or another after tonight anyway.
Gen looks right at home on his bed, already rolled over with his face towards the wall with the blanket casually draped over him. Meanwhile Eustace takes his sweet time swinging first one leg up and then the other before once again carefully lying down until his back is pressed up against the (hard, kind of lumpy) mattress and he's staring up at the (stained) ceiling. At least it beats the floor.
Mild discomfort aside, there's something strangely nostalgic about sharing a bed with someone young(er) and obnoxious. The silhouette of those pointed ears in the dark lends itself to the immersion, as does the flick of a tail into his leg every now and then. He's not nearly as sleepy as Gen, his habit of falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow broken by the past few weeks of moving around, but the absurdity (and familiarity) of the situation goes quite a ways in easing some of his previously pinched tone of voice. ]
If you wanted to cuddle while we were camping, you could have just said so.
[ He would have said no though so the point would have been moot. ]