[He huffs a laugh as he's turned, gently but firmly, and offers no resistance. One for All might be gone, but Toshinori's still got a bit of strength left, it seems-- or maybe he just likes being pushed around a little sometimes. Who can say?
The bed is, thank god, soft. It's western style, of course, but right now he can't be fussed to mock him for it. Instead he waits until Toshinori is settled before edging over to him, reaching to grip his hip and turn him on his side, pulling him in close.]
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The bed is, thank god, soft. It's western style, of course, but right now he can't be fussed to mock him for it. Instead he waits until Toshinori is settled before edging over to him, reaching to grip his hip and turn him on his side, pulling him in close.]