[ Yue Qingyuan was stirred from his slumber by the sudden shift in weight, having been pulled toward that mass in a way that leaves him blearily slitting his eyes open and preparing, as one does, to go on the offense.
What he does not expect is a familiar scent to strike him first, giving him enough pause he doesn't sit up immediately, ready to throw himself and his purported assailant off the bed. The familiarity of form bleeds in after, and he thinks it's somewhat absurd, that he knows the back of Shen Qingqiu's head so well that he can recognise the shell of his ear nestled in his night-dark hair.
He lies still, trying to piece together a story, leaving his arm draped for a moment before cautiously drawing it back toward himself. Embracing a cat is one thing; embracing his shidi, as much as he doesn't hate it, is a presumption and rudeness he can't trespass upon. How did Xiao Jiu end up here? The cabbits are a soft warmth he can see and sense with the gentle inquiry of qi, and the only missing element is Miao'er.
Xiao Jiu is here. Miao'er is not.
Did... they switch places?
As he puzzles through this, he makes himself relax, eyes closed again, brow unfurrowed, because the last thing Shen Qingqiu will wish is for Yue Qingyuan to be aware that this situation has happened for any reason. He won't sleep again, but he does a better than passing impression of a sleeping man again, Shen Jiu nestled against his chest and butting up against one arm with his head, Yue Qingyuan's other arm tucked carefully at Shen Qingqiu's back, palm turned inward to press against his own chest. ]
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What he does not expect is a familiar scent to strike him first, giving him enough pause he doesn't sit up immediately, ready to throw himself and his purported assailant off the bed. The familiarity of form bleeds in after, and he thinks it's somewhat absurd, that he knows the back of Shen Qingqiu's head so well that he can recognise the shell of his ear nestled in his night-dark hair.
He lies still, trying to piece together a story, leaving his arm draped for a moment before cautiously drawing it back toward himself. Embracing a cat is one thing; embracing his shidi, as much as he doesn't hate it, is a presumption and rudeness he can't trespass upon. How did Xiao Jiu end up here? The cabbits are a soft warmth he can see and sense with the gentle inquiry of qi, and the only missing element is Miao'er.
Xiao Jiu is here. Miao'er is not.
Did... they switch places?
As he puzzles through this, he makes himself relax, eyes closed again, brow unfurrowed, because the last thing Shen Qingqiu will wish is for Yue Qingyuan to be aware that this situation has happened for any reason. He won't sleep again, but he does a better than passing impression of a sleeping man again, Shen Jiu nestled against his chest and butting up against one arm with his head, Yue Qingyuan's other arm tucked carefully at Shen Qingqiu's back, palm turned inward to press against his own chest. ]