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[coordinated_n]

You're stealing the blankets.

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[near_your_enemy]

I'm cold.

[coordinated_n]

That's not my fault.

[near_your_enemy]

It is too. Your hands are practically ice.

[coordinated_n]

I'm cold too.

*Burrowing his toes in the sheets, trying not to let them brush N's legs.*

[near_your_enemy]

Don't whine.

*Curling up in a ball (with all the blankets, of course)*

[coordinated_n]

It's my bed!

*Grabbing them, and yanking them back.*

[near_your_enemy]

Ow, don't be so grabby.

*Gripping at them as well and tugging*

[coordinated_n]

*Frustrated, Near goes for a handful of N's hair.*

[near_your_enemy]

Hey, stop that- !

*N punches toward Near's shoulder, growling slightly.*

[coordinated_n]

*Near snarls back, drags himself over and pins N down, with a huff.*

You're awful.

*The blankets twist around their legs.*

[near_your_enemy]

*N hisses and tries to push at him.*

You started it.

[coordinated_n]

You stole my blankets.

*Quite reasonable, now that he has him pinned. Near leans down, and plants a kiss on N's cheek.*

[near_your_enemy]

I was cold.

*N manages to sulk through the kiss, heaving a giant sigh into Near's neck.*

[coordinated_n]

It is cold in here. Why is that?

[near_your_enemy]

I don't know. Get off me.

[coordinated_n]

Flip us.

*A slow series of kisses, down his jaw.*