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SUMMER ICARIAN ✦ FINAL FANTASY XIV (WoL OC)
RESIDENCE ✦ Residency
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby

"...ltros, what are you doing with that, put that down right now you little —"

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[voidgates]

But never my cold feet.

[As though she is in a class all her own, which is probably not the case, but still. She yawns, brushing a few stray wisps of G'raha's hair back into place from where it'd fallen loose while arranging him, then rolls her shoulders in one final stretch before crawling back up onto the mattress herself to join them.

She's taller than G'raha by an ilm, yes, but in terms of build she's still debatably the slightest of the three of them, and like any proper cat has an inherent knack for making herself as expansive or as small as she pleases, depending on her whim of the moment. With three in the bed, it's simply not feasible for them to end up not touching each other in at least some capacity, but there's at least enough leeway remaining for Ezar to decide between a range of options from minimal contact to full-out canoodling.

But before she fully settles, she mumbles something too low to distinguish, and rearranges her hand just the slightest fraction — an almost imperceptible shift of a thing whose only purpose seems to be to ensure that there's some part of G'raha beneath her fingertips, for all that the positioning has them in contact in other ways.]

Mmmm. Sweet dreams, Rolanberry.

[basura_boi]

You too, love.

[ He stays sitting on the edge of the bed until Summer's fully settled, then a bit longer, feeling more and more like an intruder with how comfortable they look. They already strike him as a complete picture, of themselves.

Stop overthinking it. His choices are to lay down or steal away to the couch; the latter feels too cowardly after having been invited, and after agreeing.

He finally settles on the very edge of the mattress, taking up as little space as possible, one hand lightly against Summer's back. To calm himself and try to empty his head, he listens to the both of them breathing and tries to find a harmony with it. As exhausted as he already is, sleep comes for him quickly after that.

And no longer overthinking things by grace of sleep, he soon migrates over to being curled around Summer, his nose in her hair, one arm draped over her waist so his hand, too, rests on G'raha. ]