The current bed is a recent replacement - at least the mattress is, which is why Raimyx's fingers aren't actually resting on gouges. He's sprawled out enough that if it had been the old mattress, they would have been though
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Raiel is curled up and tangled with Ha-chan. They're still on the floor, but most of the blankets have managed to make it down there too. It might be for the better anyway, because there are some rather noticible holes in the mattress. The floor isn't that bad anyway, when you have a Ha-chan for a pillow
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After the bathwater had cooled to lukewarm last night, Raiel had carted Hamel out of said bath, and into bed. Where they currently are, with him curled protectively around Hamel for once. The wings make it a bit awkward, but there's not a chance in any hell he'd let that stop him
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It's early morning, just before sunrise when he leads Hamel out onto a long stretch of white sand. He's never been here before, either, but he'd been taught the way
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Another morning - or whatever - of waking up warm, and comfortable, and loved. He'd managed to convince Hamel last night that sleeping in the tub was a good idea - not that it took much work.
Demyx sighs softly, and sildes deeper into the water, curling around Hamel. A bit of thought sends a dancer for their breakfast.
He's warm. And comfortable, all curled in a pile of sheets and Hamel, the latter of the two being the more important. The sheets are damp, and they're slightly sticky, but in his opinion, that just makes it all the better
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