[ That yawn is contagious enough that Yuui can't help but yawn against Yael's chest, his fingernails lightly scraping along his back and hopefully avoiding whatever scratches Yuui might have left there earlier that night. ]
As if you would. [ He laughs softly, a soft puff of air. ] Good night.
[He watches Yuui's face for a time after he closes his eyes. Studies the way his expression evens out into something perfectly neutral, admires every soft curve and bony jut that makes up that beautiful face. When Yael finally relents to close his eyes and join him in sleep, it's with a thin, soft smile on his lips.]
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As if you would. [ He laughs softly, a soft puff of air. ] Good night.
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Night.