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[erbe]

[The sun had set a long time ago. The tea had settled and become luke warm, if not cold. The gentle incandescent light of the lamps were supplemented by flickering candles. Gentle moonlight filtered in from the large windows of her late father's study. Together they both sat on one of the long sofas flanking an antique wooden coffee table.

Tohsaka's eyes felt heavy. Almost as heavy as the tome in her hand. She has spent the last five minutes attempting to reread the same paragraph again and again as her brain refuses to retain anything this late.]

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[taketori]

[ As they get comfy, Miyuki carefully goes back to petting her head. Potentially helping her let her hair down, provided it wasn't already. ]

For now? You're not going to force me to move again, are you?

[erbe]

Maybe I will. For breakfast.

[Or maybe the couch will hurt and she'll drag him to her bed? Who knows.]

[taketori]

[ He doesn't seem that torn up about it, either way. ]

Mm... I'll make it, when we wake up...

[ It does sound like he's intending to just conk out like this. ]