“I’d love to.” He beamed. Always pleased about practicing with his idols. He shifted closer and all but snuggled against the man. What? It wasn’t as if Ryuuya minded. At least he didn’t think so and it was harmless in intent.
“…You’re warm.” Seeming rather smug about that.
He sighed lowly, glancing down at the composer’s head to give him a fake annoyed look. “I am, now? The blankets might be warmer.” A small attempt in taking the younger off him, but still not a phisical one. Indeed, he didn’t exactly mind, but remained still nevertheless.
"But they’re so far away." He whined, the ghost of a smirk curving his lips as he nuzzled a little more firmly against the elder. "…Would it annoy you if I fell asleep?" He wondered, not intending to do so.. But still…