“Hey, quit moving…” The avatar of sloth grumbles, his arms subtly tightening around your waist to keep you in place, “I’m really comfortable right now.”

The two of you are currently resting on one of the plush sofas in the House of Lamentation’s library, close in proximity to minimise the risk of falling onto the floor.

This doesn’t seem to bother Belphie who lays on his back beneath you—trying to use you as a teddy bear.

His sleepy voice comes out muffled, as he buries his face further into your neck.