[Natsume's general behavior in this communal living space amounts to keeping his head down. The rearrangement of furniture, then, earns a sweep of Natsume's glance, lingering just so, and then a duck of his head. He steps past like he's trying to draw inward; that's how he usually walks around this floor. So he's sitting on his bed (number 9) with his legs crossed and his own blanket drawn around his shoulders (and settled around his face) when Max opens the window. That's what makes him look back up.
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He's not sure how to say this, and it shows, but,] I don't know if that's a good idea. [His words strive to be non-combative, but what they really mean is: That's not a good idea.]
roommates!
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He's not sure how to say this, and it shows, but,] I don't know if that's a good idea. [His words strive to be non-combative, but what they really mean is: That's not a good idea.]