[ eren had taken space in her bed, exactly— right where the pillow should be, but for him to “look” like a pillow . . . the present one must go. he kicks it to the ground and scuffles it underneath the bed before his illusions play its tricks on the eyes, but not foolproof ones— kaede would know she didn’t have two pillows, for example.
his voice lifts and falls, as he curls his brush of a tail over his feet and lowers his belly onto the mattress’ head, and play the part of innocent pillow easily broken if touched upon. he doesn’t say that, though, and hopes the shadowy bunch under her bed would serve as useful enough bait. ]
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his voice lifts and falls, as he curls his brush of a tail over his feet and lowers his belly onto the mattress’ head, and play the part of innocent pillow easily broken if touched upon. he doesn’t say that, though, and hopes the shadowy bunch under her bed would serve as useful enough bait. ]
I liked the food.