[ there's still a deep frown on fig's lips from when he'd first noticed the man intend to pounce on him, though he himself had barely moved an inch from where he's settled deep under the covers of the bed. regardless if he'd made any attempt to escape the pounce or not, the fault would have still fallen entirely on this intruder — because fig was here first (today, right now) so of course this other man is the intruder, not him. ]
No. Should I be?
[ why would he look for somewhere when he's so very sleepy? what a weird thing to ask. ]
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No. Should I be?
[ why would he look for somewhere when he's so very sleepy? what a weird thing to ask. ]