[Kel and Nagito's conversation is still droning on, like background music. Pleasant, low, a constant sound...
Sunny attempts to give Kel a thumbs up. It's shaky, but... progress.
And then one word Nagito mentioned sinks in: bed.]
Ah...
[He lets out a small noise at the realization. Maybe if he could just... relax. Somehow. Then he wouldn't have to be here and...
The thought of that - the sheer possibility of it - has Sunny standing on shaky legs, the paper bag still clutched tight to his chest. Hopefully the others didn't have a problem with him pretty much flopping face-first onto said bed (was it Nagito's? Should he have asked? Too late to do so). They could have the chairs.
(The mattress was solid, not new, but it certainly didn't feel like it was broken in. No indents where there should be - either someone hadn't slept on this one or everyone was lighter when they were dead. The sheets made it bearable. 6/10)
Somehow the teen flipped over, going from beached whale to laying solidly on his back staring up at the ceiling. His right eye, the injured one, was closest to the edge of the mattress. That... should make it easier, right?
No explanation given though, and Sunny is just awkwardly laying there now...]
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Sunny attempts to give Kel a thumbs up. It's shaky, but... progress.
And then one word Nagito mentioned sinks in: bed.]
Ah...
[He lets out a small noise at the realization. Maybe if he could just... relax. Somehow. Then he wouldn't have to be here and...
The thought of that - the sheer possibility of it - has Sunny standing on shaky legs, the paper bag still clutched tight to his chest. Hopefully the others didn't have a problem with him pretty much flopping face-first onto said bed (was it Nagito's? Should he have asked? Too late to do so). They could have the chairs.
(The mattress was solid, not new, but it certainly didn't feel like it was broken in. No indents where there should be - either someone hadn't slept on this one or everyone was lighter when they were dead. The sheets made it bearable. 6/10)
Somehow the teen flipped over, going from beached whale to laying solidly on his back staring up at the ceiling. His right eye, the injured one, was closest to the edge of the mattress. That... should make it easier, right?
No explanation given though, and Sunny is just awkwardly laying there now...]