[When Takasugi has slept packed body to body, it's been out of necessity. Cold weather and little shelter, or a simple lack of space for the numbers of men in their camp. All in the context of war - this is hardly comparable.
He shifts when arms coil around him, resisting the proximity.
Just cuddle already. The voice chimes in, and Takasugi scowls. Not that Keaton can see the sour look on his face-
But it keeps his response muted, an annoyed hum that acknowledges and nothing more. With that he leans back resigning to their mockery of an embrace.
Silent, it will be a while before he manages to sleep - doubly so with all that wiggling - but he's at least giving it a cursory attempt.
the wiggle!
He shifts when arms coil around him, resisting the proximity.
Just cuddle already. The voice chimes in, and Takasugi scowls. Not that Keaton can see the sour look on his face-
But it keeps his response muted, an annoyed hum that acknowledges and nothing more. With that he leans back resigning to their mockery of an embrace.
Silent, it will be a while before he manages to sleep - doubly so with all that wiggling - but he's at least giving it a cursory attempt.
What, no goodnight?]