[ Shigaraki's layered like he always is, but the makeshift blanket helps; he'll sleep anywhere but he doesn't like to sleep cold. ]
S'good. [ Vaguely he's aware that this has to be Ibuki's coat, but his eyes have slipped shut sometime in recent memory and he's not opening them again. It's not like he needs to with his supernatural senses, or the sense of ease that's settled around them like their layers.
He is kinda greedy though if you can call it that, shifting slightly to curl into the warmth of their body heat. It's an unconscious movement, which is almost ironic considering all the other things he's consciously doing but--maybe that's not true. He only decays what he hates, though he can control his quirk now with enough thought. And he doesn't hate Ibuki, so really, there's no thought here at all with their joined hands, nor has there been this whole time.
Just a comfort and a warmth, a feeling he's enjoying since he knows how to do that now too. But now, in the immediate now, sleep. ]
Night. [ He doesn't need to say the good part, he said that already. ]
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S'good. [ Vaguely he's aware that this has to be Ibuki's coat, but his eyes have slipped shut sometime in recent memory and he's not opening them again. It's not like he needs to with his supernatural senses, or the sense of ease that's settled around them like their layers.
He is kinda greedy though if you can call it that, shifting slightly to curl into the warmth of their body heat. It's an unconscious movement, which is almost ironic considering all the other things he's consciously doing but--maybe that's not true. He only decays what he hates, though he can control his quirk now with enough thought. And he doesn't hate Ibuki, so really, there's no thought here at all with their joined hands, nor has there been this whole time.
Just a comfort and a warmth, a feeling he's enjoying since he knows how to do that now too. But now, in the immediate now, sleep. ]
Night. [ He doesn't need to say the good part, he said that already. ]