[Rin grumbles, but doesn't push it; he's realising that half-asleep probably isn't the surest way to victory in Super Smash Bros, no matter how resilient Samus is]
Whatever. Let's jog together tomorrow morning.
[like they used to, when they both had strict training regimens; plompf, head boggarting 75% of the pillow, like he owns the fucking place]
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Whatever. Let's jog together tomorrow morning.
[like they used to, when they both had strict training regimens; plompf, head boggarting 75% of the pillow, like he owns the fucking place]