[ There he is. It's more the combination of seeing the tailend of the blanket, and then the slight bit of stirring, that draws his attention to where Ritsu is. He huffs a fond noise as he makes his way over, dropping down into an easy crouch with his knees up by his chest to peek under the table.
And then he weasels his way underneath the table, draping bodily over Ritsu's blanketed figure and putting his chin on what he presumes to be his shoulder.
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And then he weasels his way underneath the table, draping bodily over Ritsu's blanketed figure and putting his chin on what he presumes to be his shoulder.
In a dramatic whisper: ] Rit~tsu.