[ He huffs but doesn't push the issue. The bags of rice get one last pat before he climbs back on to the bed, gently pushing animals out of the way, and curls up beside Mukuro, pulling out a book from his bag and settling in to read it with a gentle rustle of paper. It looks to be a book on military hand signals, and he'll be engrossed before long, one hand busy with the book, the other absently patting whichever small animal has crawled into his lap. ]
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