The blanket did smell musty--he hadn't even noticed it was there, probably mentally dismissed it as part of the shack wall--and he wrinkled his nose slightly at it, just briefly. Sorry Kairi, no offense to you.
"Thanks, but I don't..." Don't need the blanket, he was going to say. He wasn't freezing, and besides, Kairi was wearing less than he was.
But he knew her well enough that she'd probably insist, and even having a full head of height and several pounds on her, he wasn't about to argue with her.
He'd certainly share the blanket with her. Aggressively. Or semi-aggressively, as he reached out an arm--holding part of the blanket--around her and pulling her close to him, wrapping that part of the blanket around her shoulders.
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Date: 2015-01-11 07:56 am (UTC)"Thanks, but I don't..." Don't need the blanket, he was going to say. He wasn't freezing, and besides, Kairi was wearing less than he was.
But he knew her well enough that she'd probably insist, and even having a full head of height and several pounds on her, he wasn't about to argue with her.
He'd certainly share the blanket with her. Aggressively. Or semi-aggressively, as he reached out an arm--holding part of the blanket--around her and pulling her close to him, wrapping that part of the blanket around her shoulders.
"You're just as wet as I am, you need it too."