[ Vanitas looks down at him, and he softly nudges Noé's shoulder - ]
Move over. I'm cold.
[ He is, yes. The old Vanitas would've just put up with it, though, would've either kept himself busy or found another way to fall back asleep. This time, though, he's taking his chances. He just hopes Noé won't make him spell it out, though, because in reality, he just wants to be close. ]
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Move over. I'm cold.
[ He is, yes. The old Vanitas would've just put up with it, though, would've either kept himself busy or found another way to fall back asleep. This time, though, he's taking his chances. He just hopes Noé won't make him spell it out, though, because in reality, he just wants to be close. ]