Lancelot squirms to try and ease himmself more comfortable, arching out the ache in his back and rubbing sleepily at his face.
"The futon may as well be yours anyway by now. I can affix a little name label to it, if you like, and you can leave some chewed things of your own on it to ward others off."
Although that would make sitting on it less than appealing too, if Faolan marked up the futon as his territory with chewed things. He blinks and distantly wonders if he's thinking more nonsense than normal. If he is, he blames the drink.
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"The futon may as well be yours anyway by now. I can affix a little name label to it, if you like, and you can leave some chewed things of your own on it to ward others off."
Although that would make sitting on it less than appealing too, if Faolan marked up the futon as his territory with chewed things. He blinks and distantly wonders if he's thinking more nonsense than normal. If he is, he blames the drink.