[ EXTREMELY RUDE? Cain doesn't let Leona steal his blankets when she comes to wake him up in the mornings, he's not about to let Percival. Like the child Percival's accusing him of being worse than, he grabs a fistful of blankets and rolls over, and then over again, until he's bundled up in a burrito, fully enveloped. There are no blankets left for Percival. So there.
From his cocoon, Cain mumbles, muffled: ]
It's a good thing I'm not one, then, isn't it?
[ He's sure he doesn't need to add the rest: considering what we've done together. ]
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From his cocoon, Cain mumbles, muffled: ]
It's a good thing I'm not one, then, isn't it?
[ He's sure he doesn't need to add the rest: considering what we've done together. ]