[Noé was oblivious to the chill, sprawled with the blanket half off of him at his waist and one foot hanging out of it in his sleep. He hadn't been sure if suggesting or asking if Vanitas wanted to share the bed again would be welcome. They're both still figuring this out. Maybe this time, Vanitas had wanted his space for a decent rest. The vampire doesn't mind. He figures they could take their time working this out together.
When Vanitas wakes and shakes him, Noé pouts, blinking up at him sleepily in groggy concern.]
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When Vanitas wakes and shakes him, Noé pouts, blinking up at him sleepily in groggy concern.]
Vanitas? What's wrong? Is everything okay?