Considering how tiny the assailant was, the sting to his cheek that eventually shook Ace awake from any good dreams he might have had was surprisingly painful. The boy leaned forward with a sharp gasp, only belatedly taking note of the vermillion bird still perched on his shoulder.
Still?
"How did you—" Interrupted by a soft chirp, he suddenly became aware of yet another presence that surprised him far more than the chocobo's newly-established climbing skills. Even in the darkness, the gentle pressure against his shoulder was unmistakably hers, the girl who clearly hadn't considered it essential to give herself the same treatment she would offer to others. Unwrapping the blanket from around his shoulders, he reached out to gingerly touch one of her hands, finding them slightly colder than he'd remembered, now that she'd left herself exposed to the chilly air in the room.
His eyes gazed upon Rem once more, no longer needing any further justification for her actions. Helping the bird hop back onto his lap, he then reached up to untie his crimson mantle that would have to suffice for a temporary home for the small chocobo. In any case, it seemed to be a safer option than one's hands for the time being, and quite possibly a bit warmer, too.
Ace's movements were still rather sluggish as he pushed himself off the couch to secure the bird a spot on a small table beside Tear. Thankfully, Rem didn't seem to object to the change too much, visibly overjoyed with her new, if slightly oversized cloak wrapped loosely around her feathers.
Stifling another yawn and a small shiver that followed, he cautiously moved back onto the couch. Despite his growing concern for the melodist's comfort, the blond couldn't bring himself to as much as attempt to wake her up, fiddling with the blanket in his hands for a short while as he tried to figure out a placement that would work for both of them, or at least provide her with the warmth she'd already lost. It wasn't as meticulous of an arrangement as hers was, by any means, but it would have to do.
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Still?
"How did you—" Interrupted by a soft chirp, he suddenly became aware of yet another presence that surprised him far more than the chocobo's newly-established climbing skills. Even in the darkness, the gentle pressure against his shoulder was unmistakably hers, the girl who clearly hadn't considered it essential to give herself the same treatment she would offer to others. Unwrapping the blanket from around his shoulders, he reached out to gingerly touch one of her hands, finding them slightly colder than he'd remembered, now that she'd left herself exposed to the chilly air in the room.
His eyes gazed upon Rem once more, no longer needing any further justification for her actions. Helping the bird hop back onto his lap, he then reached up to untie his crimson mantle that would have to suffice for a temporary home for the small chocobo. In any case, it seemed to be a safer option than one's hands for the time being, and quite possibly a bit warmer, too.
Ace's movements were still rather sluggish as he pushed himself off the couch to secure the bird a spot on a small table beside Tear. Thankfully, Rem didn't seem to object to the change too much, visibly overjoyed with her new, if slightly oversized cloak wrapped loosely around her feathers.
Stifling another yawn and a small shiver that followed, he cautiously moved back onto the couch. Despite his growing concern for the melodist's comfort, the blond couldn't bring himself to as much as attempt to wake her up, fiddling with the blanket in his hands for a short while as he tried to figure out a placement that would work for both of them, or at least provide her with the warmth she'd already lost. It wasn't as meticulous of an arrangement as hers was, by any means, but it would have to do.