[The wolf of her—and probably the god of her, too, proud traits that they both have—makes her groan obstinately. The pitch in his voice has her dreaming of Issun complaining about her sleeping, and when she's in the midst of the transition between being asleep and waking up, she goes to snap him off the bed, to hold him fully in her mouth to make him be quiet.
But of course, there's no fairy-sized man grousing at her, and her nose only collides with the mattress, causing her head to flinch up with a startled whine. It's almost pathetically, her head heavy with the want to sleep, that she finally looks Ren's way, her ears drooping. And she's groaning when she hefts herself up, standing with all four paws, the mattress sinking under her weight, on the bed. She adjusts toward what could be the headboard, and curls up completely on the pillow, makes a whole ball of herself.
He ought to fit, now, right? She licks the roof of her mouth, and tucks her paws under herself, glancing at him one more time, before curling her neck to lay her head down.]
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But of course, there's no fairy-sized man grousing at her, and her nose only collides with the mattress, causing her head to flinch up with a startled whine. It's almost pathetically, her head heavy with the want to sleep, that she finally looks Ren's way, her ears drooping. And she's groaning when she hefts herself up, standing with all four paws, the mattress sinking under her weight, on the bed. She adjusts toward what could be the headboard, and curls up completely on the pillow, makes a whole ball of herself.
He ought to fit, now, right? She licks the roof of her mouth, and tucks her paws under herself, glancing at him one more time, before curling her neck to lay her head down.]