[There is so much room in this tent? God damn? And yet there is so little room left between them, as Constantin's arm snakes over his side, and—ah. What should be too much simply isn't, because Constantin is Constantin; like, there is a brief moment of surprise, but while Felix stiffens, Felix is quick to huff out a breath. Sir, take two...]
I would be. [Hmph!] You make it difficult.
[He is just sayin', thanks, and he shifts ever so slightly, one hand coming to rest atop Constantin's shoulder. He should shove Constantin away, perhaps; this would all be easier to deal with, were Felix to face the opposite direction, and yet, as he struggles to find that familiar face in the darkness:]
[Consider: don't push him? He will no doubt roll away theatrically and bring down the entire tent, possibly on purpose. Endure him and his clinging for the sake of the tent's integrity, thank you.]
Certainly not! Who would take me camping, besides you?
[Don't think too hard about it, just think of this as a fond privilege. It sort of is? He'd rather latch his octopus arms onto Felix in this tent more than anyone else...
So, he's never made anything difficult in his life, the end.]
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I would be. [Hmph!] You make it difficult.
[He is just sayin', thanks, and he shifts ever so slightly, one hand coming to rest atop Constantin's shoulder. He should shove Constantin away, perhaps; this would all be easier to deal with, were Felix to face the opposite direction, and yet, as he struggles to find that familiar face in the darkness:]
You've never shared a tent?
[He's never been hunting??? Wack.]
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Certainly not! Who would take me camping, besides you?
[Don't think too hard about it, just think of this as a fond privilege. It sort of is? He'd rather latch his octopus arms onto Felix in this tent more than anyone else...
So, he's never made anything difficult in his life, the end.]
Don't be cross.