[ At the mention of a nap his gaze trails to the giant butterfly kitty still taking up residency on the couch. Maybe he'd have considered it were he not beaten to the punch, but as it was, he's not sure if there was anywhere other than the floor to take a nap now... and while that wasn't really a problem for him, he had a feeling his dad might object.
He reached up to rub quietly at his eyes, but he doesn't confirm or deny the question yet, he merely stares quietly at Marble. ]
... If I go to sleep will I wake up back there?
[ His return question is so soft, so incredibly weary that it really shouldn't have been audible. Like the words themselves were liable to whither and crumble. He glances back to his dad and seems to remember himself, though, straightening in his chair. ]
What kind of stuff do we even eat here? We look strange now.
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He reached up to rub quietly at his eyes, but he doesn't confirm or deny the question yet, he merely stares quietly at Marble. ]
... If I go to sleep will I wake up back there?
[ His return question is so soft, so incredibly weary that it really shouldn't have been audible. Like the words themselves were liable to whither and crumble. He glances back to his dad and seems to remember himself, though, straightening in his chair. ]
What kind of stuff do we even eat here? We look strange now.