It's both cute and mildly infuriating when the blanket's pulled over him, as though he's some small child that needs to be tucked in at night. (When was the last time anyone tucked him in like this? Longer ago than he can remember, that's for sure.) He scowls up at the ceiling, offended that he needs to be told how to sleep. ]
I know how to sleep.
[ He's done it every single day of his life up until now? He's great at it, thanks. What he's not so great at is following instructions, and instead of closing his eyes as told, he also turns to his side so he can stare at Dokja. Without saying anything, like a creep.
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It's both cute and mildly infuriating when the blanket's pulled over him, as though he's some small child that needs to be tucked in at night. (When was the last time anyone tucked him in like this? Longer ago than he can remember, that's for sure.) He scowls up at the ceiling, offended that he needs to be told how to sleep. ]
I know how to sleep.
[ He's done it every single day of his life up until now? He's great at it, thanks. What he's not so great at is following instructions, and instead of closing his eyes as told, he also turns to his side so he can stare at Dokja. Without saying anything, like a creep.
Sleep chicken continues..... ]