[ The sensation of the bed beneath him yielding to a second weight has not quite stopped being a novel feeling to Lavi. Mattresses themselves are still fairly novel, at that, despite how it feels as if it was a lifetime ago that he whiled away his nights in the navigator's sanctuary of their ship.

That thought distracts him, leads him down the wending turns they've taken to establish that even in a room with two beds.. Lavi had expected Kanda to crawl into this one.

(And he had with seemingly little to no reservation. Just reached over to kill the light and settled down beside Lavi, a picture of domestic companionship.)

Thus when the blankets suddenly swirl and usher him forward, he's caught largely unaware, a small yelp of surprise half-strangled in his throat. The usual grumbling protest begins, interspersed with a fair few colorful additives, but he makes no move to distance himself again in spite of it.

(This part becoming part of their routine is still fairly jarring, but that's largely, Lavi knows, because he can't seem to keep his damn mind off doing a dozen other things in this--or any--bed that aren't the slightest bit sedate or sleep oriented.)

Closing his eye, he exhales softly, drawing in a deep breath and filling his senses with the mingled aroma of tea and overpriced soap. ]

So harsh, Yu. You'd leave a battered friend to the cold of the void..

[ Lavi shivers melodramatically, snapping his teeth to emulate chattering between them before he curls slightly amid the sea of blankets in unconscious effort to bring them closer. ]

I'd have no choice but to cuddle you to survive the night! My gravestone would tragically read..

'Brr.'

[ Preemptively he ducks his head down, inadvertently--or perhaps just unconsciously again-- putting him within kissing distance of collarbones he's all too often thought of doing as much to.

Kissing, that is, but he'd be good with biting or licking or--

Keep it together. ]

'Brr Rabbit.'