[ Somehow it never occurred to Ephemera that someday he'd have people who would keep his things for him. Not just care for him, but take the time and space to actually set room aside for the various things he's collected. It leaves him with a surprisingly warm feeling. Drake kept his paints and all the goddamn pillows. ]
You better.
[ Ephemera gives him a faint smile and promptly flops into the pillows. Everything is so soft. Urg. Yes. This is everything he wants. ]
Uggggggh. You know, there is one good thing about this rain.
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You better.
[ Ephemera gives him a faint smile and promptly flops into the pillows. Everything is so soft. Urg. Yes. This is everything he wants. ]
Uggggggh. You know, there is one good thing about this rain.
[ He lifts up his head a little. ]
It's great sleeping weather.