I would not offer if I felt it was an obligation, my friend. And besides! I've never slept on the floor before. It'd be quite novel.
[ weirdo. ]
I'm also quite used to sleeping alone, so I don't mind trading with you for a little while, either. In the meantime - if he liked it, perhaps we could find something similar on the shop, and send it to him. What do you think?
Then you could just join me here. We could make a whole blanket fort or something, like back when I was a kid.
[ that makes him pause, for just a second. it isn't quite the same, but the sentiment is there - the same as yves' letter. I always wanted to live with someone else, you know?
laurence nods. he'll go back tomorrow, he thinks, and try to keep it feeling like home for them both. ]
I think he wouldn't mind it, if we found something like that. He'd never pass over a gift from friends.
[ fond... honestly, sitting under a silly pillow fort telling stories is the kind of experience taair has always dreamed about having. despite all the ache of today, this sentiment puts a smile on his face.
and so, unceremoniously, he drops his legs off the side of the bed and plops down next to him, then reaches up to drag a couple pillows off of his bed down. ]
No. I imagine it would make him smile from ear to ear - he'd be happy just to hear from us, let alone to have a gift. And... I believe too, that it is likely he would want these sort of experiences - [ gesturing at the blankets ] - in his absence, too. So we might have many fine things to tell him, when he returns.
[ it brings a slight smile to his face as taair joins him on the floor. ]
Yeah. That sounds right. I'll have to write him, too. Just... gotta think of what to say first. [ ... ] I wish we could have done this with him, though.
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The body pillow we got from the comic place. Yves really liked it.
[ freak (affectionate) ]
...You don't have to do that? I'm the guest here. I don't want to take your bed, and the floor's fine, anyway.
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I would not offer if I felt it was an obligation, my friend. And besides! I've never slept on the floor before. It'd be quite novel.
[ weirdo. ]
I'm also quite used to sleeping alone, so I don't mind trading with you for a little while, either. In the meantime - if he liked it, perhaps we could find something similar on the shop, and send it to him. What do you think?
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Then you could just join me here. We could make a whole blanket fort or something, like back when I was a kid.
[ that makes him pause, for just a second. it isn't quite the same, but the sentiment is there - the same as yves' letter. I always wanted to live with someone else, you know?
laurence nods. he'll go back tomorrow, he thinks, and try to keep it feeling like home for them both. ]
I think he wouldn't mind it, if we found something like that. He'd never pass over a gift from friends.
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[ fond... honestly, sitting under a silly pillow fort telling stories is the kind of experience taair has always dreamed about having. despite all the ache of today, this sentiment puts a smile on his face.
and so, unceremoniously, he drops his legs off the side of the bed and plops down next to him, then reaches up to drag a couple pillows off of his bed down. ]
No. I imagine it would make him smile from ear to ear - he'd be happy just to hear from us, let alone to have a gift. And... I believe too, that it is likely he would want these sort of experiences - [ gesturing at the blankets ] - in his absence, too. So we might have many fine things to tell him, when he returns.
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[ it brings a slight smile to his face as taair joins him on the floor. ]
Yeah. That sounds right. I'll have to write him, too. Just... gotta think of what to say first. [ ... ] I wish we could have done this with him, though.