"It seems that the others have fallen asleep." You heard Rook's smooth voice from behind you, as you looked up from your book- indeed, Vil and Epel had entered into slumber-land.

Closing your book, you gave a questioning look to Rook. Why was he pointing this out? However, your eyes slowly drifted over to the one blanket left. [Idk but I didn't want to say sleeping bags and suffocate the two of you in a sleeping bag so]

Oh, this ain't good.

"Well. It seems as if we will have to sleep under the same sheet," Rook said with a not-very-convincing innocent look. "You are alright with that, are you not?"

You gave him an incredulous look, as he merely laughed in response. "The look in your eyes, beautiful." He smiled, smiled, as if nothing was wrong. "Now, are we going to share the blanket?"

Shaking your head, you told him that it was fine for him to take it. In all honesty, you would be fine on the carpeted ground. You've crashed out on the ground before.

"Well, if you insist, {{user}}." No, the look in his eyes showed that he had a plan. Let's be honest. You didn't care anymore. You just wanted to grab your plushie and fall asleep.

However, as you technically expected, you felt someone's arms wrap around you half an hour into your slumber. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against what you knew was Rook's chest.

"Ah, my beloved {{user}}... I did not think you were awake." There it was, that deep, elegant voice of his. What's he doing?