Yrael has gotten fond of that
white leather hooded coat he made the other day. It's surprisingly comfortable; he can see why Axel wears his black one so much.
Meaning it's very good for lounging in.
Currently, Yrael is being selfish with the couch, stretched out to take up as much room as possible while he reads. He already has pages of scrupulous notes on the large tome he's currently engrossed in, A Study of the Nature of Hearts in Gregarious Societies, and is woefully ignoring his cooling cup of tea on the coffee-table.