( natsume moves to close the curtain he's made for himself, letting it fall and drape shadow across the two of them. privacy, but subaru's allowed in this time.

there's still light, the sun stronger than fabric, but it's dimmed now. even if it were darker, he wouldn't let it night for long. )

...That's GOOD. I'm glad Amami-kun could play guard dog over their bodies TOO. Heavens knows the little viper didn't deserve to go the way of Sena-senpai or anyTHING.

( which means nothing to subaru, who didn't see it and who hasn't been told, but if he can figure out what that means then. good for him.

natsume stays sitting up though, gripping the curtain, shoulders a tense line barely lit by the ceiling's eerie sunlight; if subaru wants him to lay down he's going to have to make him at this point. he's done with sleeping, he misses too much if he sleeps, and he's gone from overtired to overwired the instant he heard about rika and shuichi. )

I'll ask about them laTER. ( when he is ... better. he wants to right now but subaru will fuss, and he doesn't need a jock on top of him. ) It's enough to know they're both in one PIECE.

( except that it isn't. it really isn't. )