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[ There's a long moment where Asougi looks over and down at him, considering him quietly as he idly rubs at his hand with his thumb. The room gets a bit warmer, as if a breeze had come rustling through the window. Except, of course, for the fact that it's winter and the windows are all shut tight to keep the cold out. The warmth radiating from where they're sitting is more than enough, though, like a switch had been flipped.

The moment passes and he shakes his head, pulling his hand back so he can reach over to nudge at Naruhodou's shoulder gently. ]

Hey. A bed is more comfortable, you know.