[Alfred has almost a whole cake left, which he's shoved to the end of his bed so he doesn't have to smell it quite as much. Meanwhile, he's sitting on top of his pile of pillows with 13, looking pensive. As pensive as he gets, anyway.]
[He scoots over to make room on the bed for Botan, which earns him a disapproving glare from 13, who has to get up and circle all over his chest again before curling back up.]
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Hey, it's me. I'm coming in.
[Botan opens the door and sighs at the scene.]
You okay?
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[He scoots over to make room on the bed for Botan, which earns him a disapproving glare from 13, who has to get up and circle all over his chest again before curling back up.]
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...So. What's up, Alfred?
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