[ He has no idea what he's saying, let alone what he could be offering, but he says it anyway because head empty and there's both awareness and zero awareness at their (still) current positioning. ]
[ They're just doing what they want and that's perfectly fine. Ibuki's certainly not moving from where he is for now, settling back more and more into the present. ]
That they do. You'll be harder to impress than those passengers, but that just makes it more fun.
Think I'd rather lay down rather than jump up and down too.
[ Since he's the one leaning over, this position isn't comfortable for too long so please hold as he shifts; it's a good thing he's so decently tall given the space between the game seats, as he just lets his head fall down onto Ibuki's lap.
[ Ibuki's perfectly fine with this, mood improving by the moment, but he's also not the one lying across game seats. ]
Nah, I'm pretty comfy. But there are other seats around if you wanted to lie down like this?
[ With a hum, he starts poking a little more, keeping an eye on his reaction. Slowly the gesture becomes something more like combing fingers through hair. ]
[ Ibuki's eyes grow softer at the sight, nodding even though Shigaraki has already closed his own. ]
Okay.
[ And that's all he has to say before continuing running his fingers through his hair.
Perhaps he should think more on what he just experienced, but right now, he's...weirdly fine. Kind of unusual for him, but that's the simplest way to put it when he's around Shigaraki. His negative thoughts from earlier are reined in by his current peace of mind, telling him to enjoy being able to rest like this. Or maybe he's just sleepy after overthinking things, thoughts in overdrive during the shared memories.
Either way, his fingers repeat the motions, even as his eyelids grow heavier. ]
[ Only bad posture, but he's slept in far worse places. The fingers in his hair feel strangely good, so he's not fighting the lull in his mind and body.
The past can't hurt them anymore, so all that's left to do is enjoy the present. ]
[ He manages to say that much before his mind eventually drifts away, fingers slowing to a stop. Part of him knows he shouldn't fall asleep like this. But he can't bring himself to mind, relaxed enough to doze in place even with Shigaraki's head on his lap.
May neither of them dream of the past. Something like those words float through his mind before his consciousness cuts off, lulled to sleep. ]
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[ He has no idea what he's saying, let alone what he could be offering, but he says it anyway because head empty and there's both awareness and zero awareness at their (still) current positioning. ]
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That they do. You'll be harder to impress than those passengers, but that just makes it more fun.
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[ Since he's the one leaning over, this position isn't comfortable for too long so please hold as he shifts; it's a good thing he's so decently tall given the space between the game seats, as he just lets his head fall down onto Ibuki's lap.
Hello. ]
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Haha, isn't that uncomfortable?
[ Even if he's tall enough, that probably isn't cozy? But he's quickly distracted with another thought. With a grin, he lightly pokes his hair. ]
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[ Shigaraki doesn't seem to mind, his eyes tracking the movement. His hair is as soft as it is floofy. ]
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Nah, I'm pretty comfy. But there are other seats around if you wanted to lie down like this?
[ With a hum, he starts poking a little more, keeping an eye on his reaction. Slowly the gesture becomes something more like combing fingers through hair. ]
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[ He closes his eyes at that, growing more relaxed. ]
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Okay.
[ And that's all he has to say before continuing running his fingers through his hair.
Perhaps he should think more on what he just experienced, but right now, he's...weirdly fine. Kind of unusual for him, but that's the simplest way to put it when he's around Shigaraki. His negative thoughts from earlier are reined in by his current peace of mind, telling him to enjoy being able to rest like this. Or maybe he's just sleepy after overthinking things, thoughts in overdrive during the shared memories.
Either way, his fingers repeat the motions, even as his eyelids grow heavier. ]
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[ Only bad posture, but he's slept in far worse places. The fingers in his hair feel strangely good, so he's not fighting the lull in his mind and body.
The past can't hurt them anymore, so all that's left to do is enjoy the present. ]
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[ He manages to say that much before his mind eventually drifts away, fingers slowing to a stop. Part of him knows he shouldn't fall asleep like this. But he can't bring himself to mind, relaxed enough to doze in place even with Shigaraki's head on his lap.
May neither of them dream of the past. Something like those words float through his mind before his consciousness cuts off, lulled to sleep. ]