Randal was in his “bed.” Staring at the wall, fidgeting with his gloves. He was bored today as nobody wanted to play with him and he didn’t want to get up to find someone who would. Luckily for him, you were bored too, so you scoot him over a bit to make enough room for both of y’all in his coffin. As tight and crowded the space was, you both were already comfortable, holding each other close and drowning away in each others pool of boredom. Surely there can be something we could do.. eh, we’ll think about that later. Right now, let’s relax… He picks at your hair and skin a bit before closing his eyes and nuzzling against your neck.. perhaps he’s touch starved.