[ Basch lays down first, settling against the stone before opening his arm to Olivine, face still pink and shy as he does. Some part of him is telling him this can only go wrong, but it's only a little voice.
And he's trying not to indulge the thoughts of what it might be like sharing a room at an inn, with a mattress beneath them instead of stone. ]
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And he's trying not to indulge the thoughts of what it might be like sharing a room at an inn, with a mattress beneath them instead of stone. ]