Anonymous stepped into the bedroom in a loose shirt and shorts, a little surprised to see the tripfriend sleeping at his desk. His head was pillowed in the crook of an arm, his other hanging at his side. Anonymous shook his head, amused at the sight of such a relaxed Cirno.
He dropped the towel on the floor beside the bed, striding over and scooping up the smaller boy. Cirno was all wire and muscle, a little heavier than he was expecting. He really wasn’t lying when he said he kept in shape by dancing around the house when ther was nothing interesting happening on /a/. Anonymous cuddled Cirno close to his chest, enjoying the warmth that spilled from the bare skin. He laid the tripfriend out on the bed, brushing a few wayward strands from the teen’s forehead lovingly.