[ Larus is just exiting the bathroom, hair a little damp and wiping at his mouth when Casimir flings himself onto the bed almost dramatically. He stands there for a moment, uncertain, but eventually, he crosses the space and climbs into bed with him, nudging him with an elbow. ] You don't need to render me anything, and you can't stay in bed for days. [ Even though he's done it himself quite a few times. Larus leans over to rest his cheek against his shoulder. ]
You smell like smoke. [ It's said in a huff of breath that stirs his hair. ]
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You smell like smoke. [ It's said in a huff of breath that stirs his hair. ]