[ As Kusanagi turns away to start making Khun's drink, Tatara points over his shoulder. There's the couch, by a low table, facing the window and the rays of the setting sun as they filter in. ]
That used to be my favorite nap spot. [ It looks warm, and cozy. And just big enough for Tatara to curl up on it—likely, at this point, it's easy for Khun to picture the sight.
With a quiet tap, their drinks are placed in front of them. For Khun, his Moscow mule, and for Tatara, a glass of orange juice. With a word of thanks to Kusanagi and a smile, he takes his cup and moves to get up. ]
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That used to be my favorite nap spot. [ It looks warm, and cozy. And just big enough for Tatara to curl up on it—likely, at this point, it's easy for Khun to picture the sight.
With a quiet tap, their drinks are placed in front of them. For Khun, his Moscow mule, and for Tatara, a glass of orange juice. With a word of thanks to Kusanagi and a smile, he takes his cup and moves to get up. ]
Do you wanna sit there?