[Why can't clothes live on the floor, Shuichi. They can be in a comfy pile together.
She does let go of his hand and head to the closet, too. She pouts at a little when he suggests taking off his shirt, but... it's Shuichi. He wouldn't say it if he didn't think it were important. So yeah, she'll tug off his shirt and hang it back up where she found it before grabbing the hoodie she was looking for to just tug over her head. The pajama shorts can stay where they are, though... that covers her enough, she thinks.]
Is... it my fault he's a mess?
[She has to ask that, though, fingers tugging at the ends of her sweatshirt's sleeves anxiously.]
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She does let go of his hand and head to the closet, too. She pouts at a little when he suggests taking off his shirt, but... it's Shuichi. He wouldn't say it if he didn't think it were important. So yeah, she'll tug off his shirt and hang it back up where she found it before grabbing the hoodie she was looking for to just tug over her head. The pajama shorts can stay where they are, though... that covers her enough, she thinks.]
Is... it my fault he's a mess?
[She has to ask that, though, fingers tugging at the ends of her sweatshirt's sleeves anxiously.]