[If that seems like a sudden hard veer into open affection, especially from someone who's guarded himself pretty carefully until now, Whelk may want to take notice of Kunimi's sinking eyelids and slow, muzzy delivery of the words. His sharp wit has finally started to blunt from sheer exhaustion; he's got one foot hovering over the chasm of sleep and about to drop.
His hand stills and drops limp on Whelk's stomach as if in confirmation that yes, he's out cold. Not just that, he's wound up slightly curled against Whelk's side with an arm half around him.
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[If that seems like a sudden hard veer into open affection, especially from someone who's guarded himself pretty carefully until now, Whelk may want to take notice of Kunimi's sinking eyelids and slow, muzzy delivery of the words. His sharp wit has finally started to blunt from sheer exhaustion; he's got one foot hovering over the chasm of sleep and about to drop.
His hand stills and drops limp on Whelk's stomach as if in confirmation that yes, he's out cold. Not just that, he's wound up slightly curled against Whelk's side with an arm half around him.
How does the atmosphere feel now?]