And I ran out of room again so here’s the rest: So they spend the night going over logistics of a major evacuation while absently stroking Thenvunin’s side. Until he turns over in his sleep and nestles into their chest, and they throw their arm around him, sigh, and just rest, a bit. Not quite sleeping, just dozing, with him tangled up in his arms (and sheets now too, which may make for an interesting morning)
It was late. Everyone was in their rooms, sleeping or trying to. But not Mikka.
No, Mikka found herself in a window niche nearly two meters off the ground. She had tucked in nice and snug, one of her sketchbooks lying across her knees.
This book was a little different than her other ones due to the fact that it had a metal clasp around the outside edge and a small silver padlock looped through.
She was scribbling something into the book with a look of intense concentration, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. By looking at her, one would never guess that Honeya Hachinoko had been murdered by Koji Niji just a week prior. Or that the pastel bean pole had been convicted of the murder just yesterday.
One of her legs fell from where she had it curled up to dangle over the edge. She scribbled some more. Muttering along with whatever she was writing.
Best guess was probably some sort of insect. She followed it up some more writing. She didn’t really pay attention to her surroundings. It was late. Who would be up at this hour?
Time for one of my body language posts! Look at the way Andy is gazing at Norman and the way he’s totally comfortable with Norm’s closeness. And Norman, as always, is touching everywhere- one arm snug around Andy’s shoulder, the other hand clutched right to his bicep, and thighs against each other. Like so many other pics if seen, this looks like Norman is shouting “he’s mine” and Andrew is simply agreeing and saying “I’m his.”