Bunta turns his face into Yukimura's shoulder to muffle his giggle.
"You have a point. I certainly slept well. But it'd be nice to stay here a while longer."
He can admit that because he knows Yukimura isn't serious about wanting to get up, not so long as Himawari continues to snooze peacefully in the other room.
Ever so slightly, the bedroom door opens, though no one appears to be in the doorway from Bunta's vantage point on the bed. That in and of itself is a dead giveaway.
"Keita. Good morning," he greets, both to alert Yukimura and to acknowledge their company.
"Morning," he calls back, quieter and more subdued than usual.
The floor shuffles, and without any further explanation, Keita lifts the covers at the side of the bed and helps himself to crawling in, climbing halfway over his father's waist before hesitating, as though not immediately sure how to proceed from here.
"Yukimura-san, did you dream bad too?" He asks from under the covers.
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"You have a point. I certainly slept well. But it'd be nice to stay here a while longer."
He can admit that because he knows Yukimura isn't serious about wanting to get up, not so long as Himawari continues to snooze peacefully in the other room.
Ever so slightly, the bedroom door opens, though no one appears to be in the doorway from Bunta's vantage point on the bed. That in and of itself is a dead giveaway.
"Keita. Good morning," he greets, both to alert Yukimura and to acknowledge their company.
"Morning," he calls back, quieter and more subdued than usual.
The floor shuffles, and without any further explanation, Keita lifts the covers at the side of the bed and helps himself to crawling in, climbing halfway over his father's waist before hesitating, as though not immediately sure how to proceed from here.
"Yukimura-san, did you dream bad too?" He asks from under the covers.