[Hearing his first name in a voice that's familiar but that rarely uses it is almost more effective than the knuckles. Furuya uncurls just enough to tilt his head back and over his shoulder, blinking a little as he confirms that yes, that's who he thinks it is.]
Hongo...?
[There's a moment of soft, sleepy-eyed, almost content realization, and then the reality of the situation sinks in and the moment is gone. He's in Masamune's bed when clearly Masamune wants to get there. If he was smart, he'd just get out, but Furuya's not always the smartest and Masamune in particular has a way of bringing out his almost self-destructively dumb side. It's gotten worse since November and it's rarely effective but this time Furuya does have the upper hand, or so he thinks.
He grabs the blanket back and rolls away, curling up even tighter this time, latching on to both the pillow and the blanket. Yes, he's in your bed. You want to get him out, you're losing all of this at the same time.]
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Hongo...?
[There's a moment of soft, sleepy-eyed, almost content realization, and then the reality of the situation sinks in and the moment is gone. He's in Masamune's bed when clearly Masamune wants to get there. If he was smart, he'd just get out, but Furuya's not always the smartest and Masamune in particular has a way of bringing out his almost self-destructively dumb side. It's gotten worse since November and it's rarely effective but this time Furuya does have the upper hand, or so he thinks.
He grabs the blanket back and rolls away, curling up even tighter this time, latching on to both the pillow and the blanket. Yes, he's in your bed. You want to get him out, you're losing all of this at the same time.]