[ Well, if Akira won't yeet them... Kurapika will at least push them off of his bed and into a nice little folded pile on the floor. He takes his sweet time peeling off all of his layers before pulling his pajamas on, his hair sticking up in a few places once he gets his shirt over his head.
There's no time to waste brushing his hair back down, though, not when Akira's reaching out his hands for him. Shuffling over to the side of the bed, he lifts up the covers and climbs in. ]
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There's no time to waste brushing his hair back down, though, not when Akira's reaching out his hands for him. Shuffling over to the side of the bed, he lifts up the covers and climbs in. ]
Casual clothes like this look good on you.