[R can't move. Or, rather, he doesn't want to disturb the lively creature sleeping on his chest or remove the faint sensation of a heartbeat pulsing against his ribs from the wrong side. He heard the footsteps approaching and had turned his head, and the hand not tucked behind it lifts in a mimicked greeting.]
Thanks.
[He'd pet it, but... it's asleep. R almost-smiles.]
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Thanks.
[He'd pet it, but... it's asleep. R almost-smiles.]
Not mine.