[ Cain squawks as his blankets are cruelly, horribly stolen from him.
Well, kind of. He's still mostly wrapped up in them, so Percival yanking at them does less to liberate the blankets from Cain and more to have Cain going rolling as he latches onto the blanket with determined strength. His fingers curl, claw-like into the bedding, and he hangs on as Percival pulls, the yank sending him into a dizzying tumble.
Oh. That's Percival's face, very up close, isn't it?
He blinks up at Percival from where he's found himself half sprawled over Percival's chest, still clutching at the blankets. His blankets. ]
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Well, kind of. He's still mostly wrapped up in them, so Percival yanking at them does less to liberate the blankets from Cain and more to have Cain going rolling as he latches onto the blanket with determined strength. His fingers curl, claw-like into the bedding, and he hangs on as Percival pulls, the yank sending him into a dizzying tumble.
Oh. That's Percival's face, very up close, isn't it?
He blinks up at Percival from where he's found himself half sprawled over Percival's chest, still clutching at the blankets. His blankets. ]