[ after only a moment of hesitance, shirou heads for what he assumes is the hallway to the bedroom that belongs to him. it feels cluttered, with more furniture than he thinks he needs, but thats only a secondary concern after his primary focus: the bed. he doesn't even bother with his socks, or the blankets; tired as he is, shirou just lies down on top of the covers, fully dressed and face down. the texture of the fabric is slight, and for a little while, there's nothing but the sound of his breathing and the house moving in light summer winds. he's... tired. he could just close his eyes, for a little bit...
by the time juno comes to check on him, he's fast asleep. for now. ]
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[ after only a moment of hesitance, shirou heads for what he assumes is the hallway to the bedroom that belongs to him. it feels cluttered, with more furniture than he thinks he needs, but thats only a secondary concern after his primary focus: the bed. he doesn't even bother with his socks, or the blankets; tired as he is, shirou just lies down on top of the covers, fully dressed and face down. the texture of the fabric is slight, and for a little while, there's nothing but the sound of his breathing and the house moving in light summer winds. he's... tired. he could just close his eyes, for a little bit...
by the time juno comes to check on him, he's fast asleep. for now. ]