Leon does glance suspiciously over at the Swordians--Dymlos and Chaltier both, but upon not hearing a peep out of either of them, he dusts himself off and stands and pretend none of that ever happened. He clears his throat a little awkwardly, even.
And then fixes his hair, even as slowly he glances at Stahn despite himself. He remembers the night, naturally, now that he's awake; despite himself, he blushes a little because that was so much closeness and touch, to the point that it was almost too intimate for someone like him, and... yet even so, he can't really bring himself to be too upset over it.
He's not sure why, and he doesn't want to dig into it too much. Instead, he makes a face at Stahn dragging the blankets over him more, but it really is early yet, so Stahn doesn't have to wake up yet. And Leon is feeling...strangely rested and relaxed, now that his ruffled feathers have settled and it's clear nobody saw his spill. And so, with a sigh, he reaches out to tug the comforter over Stahn properly, before he moves to instead prepare for the day.
He thinks after all of that, he needs some fresh air to get his thoughts in order--so he'll leave Stahn to snooze the early morning away, while he leaves the room, shutting the door with a strange amount of care.
And he doesn't even really know why, but maybe that's something else he can ponder alongside the rest of his very jumbled, tumultuous thoughts.]
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Leon does glance suspiciously over at the Swordians--Dymlos and Chaltier both, but upon not hearing a peep out of either of them, he dusts himself off and stands and pretend none of that ever happened. He clears his throat a little awkwardly, even.
And then fixes his hair, even as slowly he glances at Stahn despite himself. He remembers the night, naturally, now that he's awake; despite himself, he blushes a little because that was so much closeness and touch, to the point that it was almost too intimate for someone like him, and... yet even so, he can't really bring himself to be too upset over it.
He's not sure why, and he doesn't want to dig into it too much. Instead, he makes a face at Stahn dragging the blankets over him more, but it really is early yet, so Stahn doesn't have to wake up yet. And Leon is feeling...strangely rested and relaxed, now that his ruffled feathers have settled and it's clear nobody saw his spill. And so, with a sigh, he reaches out to tug the comforter over Stahn properly, before he moves to instead prepare for the day.
He thinks after all of that, he needs some fresh air to get his thoughts in order--so he'll leave Stahn to snooze the early morning away, while he leaves the room, shutting the door with a strange amount of care.
And he doesn't even really know why, but maybe that's something else he can ponder alongside the rest of his very jumbled, tumultuous thoughts.]