"What's happening here?" Zaque asked the moment he entered Coco's room and saw Alhai sprawled on the floor with his face pressed on the carpet.
"He said he felt comfortable laying there." Coco answered the red haired mediator's question, placing the mug down on the table.
Ten minutes had passed since Alhai had those thoughts about Coco so to get rid of them, he decided to turn away from her after getting her what she needed by laying on the cold, hard floor.
It somehow worked, but the raging thoughts about her didn't fully stop.
"Really?" Quizen inquired this time, peaking his head over Zaque's shoulder. "Anyway! Can I hug you now, wife?"
Coco froze and shifted her attention to the mediator, her eyebrows creasing together as she thought about it— well, not really thinking about it, but it wouldn't hurt to give him the suspense of waiting, right?
"Sure." Coco agreed after a good five seconds, making Quizen brighten up and run to the bed. "Don't jump on me, please."
