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[He blinks, still processing what she was saying. What about her father?

Oh.

He uncoils himself, knocking the dresser, pushing the bed back further and knocking whatever else was in the way. His hold on her does loosen as he moves to sit upright. There's a scraping noise as his horns scratch her wall. This is a disaster. Spotting the opened door, he pushes it close with his tail. Just to put a little more time, in case her father heard all of that. Shit.]

. . . [ She takes a moment to catch her breath once free. It's hard to ignore the panicked uncoiling, the extra noise from his horns and the slamming of the door. She winces, then goes dead still as her heart continues beating out of her chest, listening to see if Yujin would react or wake.

When nothing happens...

When nothing happens, she is relieved, but she can't help but feel like she shouldn't be. ]

I-I thought... [ Oh, nope. He is 500x more difficult to look at like this. Why couldn't the powers that be have given him a shirt?? ] I thought you were leaving once I... ... A, Are you... alright?

Yes- [He needs a moment to compose himself and not look like a flailing fish.] I wass, but... [He dozed off? Really, he has no good reason as to why he didn't leave when he had planned to. And then waking up to suddenly Susato in his arms-- He wince, hissing as he presses a hand against his chest. Damn, he's still not well enough to be moving as frantically as he was.]

I'll be fine...my apologiesss. [He bows his head, unable to look at Susato properly himself.] I'll move the bed back, and then take my leave. [Before further disaster befalls them. What a mess.]

[ ...Are we sure he didn't have a reason? Because it sure does feel like it was her fault. Maybe she's just extra self-conscious about the way she was clinging to his shirtless form. She suddenly remembers why she never allowed Ryunosuke into her room in Great Britain, but that hardly matters now.

She simply lowers her head too, equally avoidant. ]

I'll... um, help. [ Humor her, Kazuma. You may not need it, but she'll stand at one end of the bed anyway, pushing like she's trying not to think of anything else. ]

[...All right, he'll humor her. He'll push from the other end then. His tail end creeps over to her side to help keep things even. All the while he says nothing, lost in his own thoughts and confusion. Once the bed was back in it's place, he doesn't waste time putting some space between himself and Susato. He looked ready to take his leave, but then...]

Are you going to be all right...? [He should at least be courteous and make sure she'll be okay. However shameful he felt at this moment. Please ignore the gurgling sounds of his stomach too. He's usually hunting for food by now.]

Yes. Yes, of course. [ With the bed taken care of, she keeps moving, still keeping her distance as she picks up stuff off the floor again and tries to tidy up. She has to brush off some Glowing Dawn petals off Iris as she sets her back on the bed. ] Perfectly alright. Fine. I slept very... very well, better than I have in...

[ She doesn't know where she's going with this, but she can feel herself starting to babble, so she just... awkwardly trails off. ]

[ It does look like he's about to leave. She gives no indication that she noticed his stomach growling, but perhaps she can guess. She looks at him with an eye like she knows. ]

Go. I understand. [ Sure was easier back when she could just bring him food. Stupid snakes and their stupid feeding habits. Stupid. ] Before someone else finds your traps. [ And easy meal ticket. ]

[He has no idea where she's going with that additional rambling about how she slept, but that's...good??? He's so confused, but there's really no time to think on it. He bows deeply once more in an apologetic manner before opening her door slightly. He checks to be sure the coast is clear before slipping out so quickly that he was just a silver blur, having turned fully serpent once more to fit through her door.]

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