Eheh... [Manabu plops back on the bed's edge, taking the water and throwing it back in a few, generous gulps. his hair is tousled from sleep and all the petting, face still ruddy from the fluster of numerous kisses, posture relaxed at the shoulders in his slouch despite the aches he's fighting off. some of it feels normal, some if it new...but none of it bad; his tail wags idly.]
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How are we doing on time?