[flopping as he did dislodged the hat off his head, letting his ears free; it actually feels better to not have them stifled. one twitches when Grey touches him. he cracks open an eye and looks up at him, staring for a beat.
he's really...doing his best, isn't he. Manabu smiles sheepishly.]
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he's really...doing his best, isn't he. Manabu smiles sheepishly.]
I'm not good at humble victories, I guess. Sorry.