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I like the messes you make. They're some of my favorite messes.

[The words are light but there is a brutal honesty in them. The obvious affection as he drags the other into the bedroom.]

The bedroom. Where else? [A sudden harsh yank and he tugs Sylvain to fall onto the bed with him.] You woke me up, remember? I think I have the right to steal a bit of your afternoon for the trouble.

You haven't seen half the messes I'm capable of making.

[ He snickers as he says this, even those words are completely true. But he's laughing as he tumbles back onto the bed and then gives a sharp yank on Wriothesley's hand in turn to make sure he comes with, more than content to land with him even as he rolls over onto his side to smirk at the other man. ]

Also I don't think this counts as afternoon yet. And what trouble??? I got you a giant bed! That we can both fit in! At the same time! One that's not broken, even!

Doesn't that just means I have something to look forward to then?

[But Wriothesley just laughs as the both of them fall onto the large bed. It is far better than what they had in the rank 4 rooms they had been in for the last few months.]

Waking me up and carrying me off like a sack of potatoes is trouble! [He acts mock offended at Sylvain's actions. Even as he merely presses closer to Sylvain.] I'm going back to sleep and you're staying with me.

[Which is surprisingly bold from the boxer. Sylvain knew Wriothesley's sleeping habits by now from however many times they've ended up sleeping with each other. How easy it was to wake the other up, like his body doesn't fully fall asleep in the presence of another, or how he's awake before Sylvain in the morning. This was a rarity for Wriothesley to just drag the other back into bed with not ulterior motives than to just go back to sleep.]

[ He knows exactly how much trust that asks for. Knows Wriothesley rarely sleeps over or when he does, it’s not fully restful. Which he gets. It reminds him a lot of Felix, actually. That constant sense of alertness, watchfulness, not letting his guard down, even in slumber.

It has his grin softening now, fondness warm in his amber gaze. Not offering up an argument to this unexpected arrangement, he just winds his arms around the other man and tugs him close, tangled up with him atop the bed. ]

Fine, but if you turn into a bed hog, I reserve the right to flop on you instead.

[Five months ago, Wriothesley wouldn't be caught sharing a bed to sleep that didn't include people forced to share bunks in the Rank 2 rooms back in December. He much preferred the comfort of the privacy of his own room and being tucked away from the eyes of others. And still, he slept with his back against the wall and always turned towards the door in case.

Now? While sleep is not the most restful thing, it isn't terrible to have the warmth of another next to him. It offered a comfort that he was starting to appreciate more and more.

He barks out a laugh as he tangles their legs together and tugs the sheets over them that will certainly turn into a tangled mess when they wake up.] Have I ever been a bed hog before? You wound me. [If anything, Wriothesley probably was the type to curl up, make himself smaller than he seems. Like he was tucking himself away.]

Wouldn't you do that anyways? Hah.

[ Sylvain just grins, although there’s a fond warmth in amber eyes as he wraps his arms around Wriothesley and tucks him in against his chest, settling him there as he tucks them in with the sheets.

Yeah, it’s already way more comfortable than their beds downstairs were, so at least that was a welcome upgrade.

He brushes his lips against the top of Wriothesley’s head, chuckling softly as he lets himself relax, content to just curl up there and hold the other man. ]

Shut up and go to sleep, Wriothesley.

[Feeling just a little childish, he wiggles and squirms around, chuckling a little. He finally settles down though as he rests his head against Sylvain's chest with a pleased sigh.

The bed is definitely nice. He's sure he'll appreciate the new room, even if he thinks that there are others who are better to have than him. He was fine with basic amenities.

Wriothesley happily tucks himself against the other letting his eyes flutter closed.] Mm, fine, fine. I'm getting a little more shut eye then.

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