[Once he's satisfied that Shanks' lone hand isn't about to fall off from infection or something, he seems content to just hold on for a second. At least until he has a red head flopping on to his shoulder. He pauses, arching an eyebrow as he looks at Shanks from the corner of his eye.]
What are you doing? [Besides using him as a pillow, that is.] If you invited me up to be your pillow, you could at least make sure I'm comfortable first...
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What are you doing? [Besides using him as a pillow, that is.] If you invited me up to be your pillow, you could at least make sure I'm comfortable first...