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Cale Henituse was a deep and fast sleeper, it was very likely that any other day he would have already fallen asleep hours earlier, it's just that between the elbows stabbing his ribs on the right and the little foreign arm over his eyes it was hard to fall asleep.
It was nice, though, the company of those little brats who were growing up so fast but hadn't yet learned to sleep on their own (a very hidden part of him hoped they wouldn't soon, after all, warm mornings were the most welcome).
He quickly returned to a neutral expression when he heard someone slipping out of bed, from the almost nonexistent sound of footsteps it was probably Hong. He tried to ignore him to give him what little privacy he could have in a shared room but it was difficult, especially since he didn't know his nocturnal habits and didn't know if he should be worried or not.
In the end it wasn't necessary, the sound of the glass hitting a little too roughly against the table and the hurried footsteps on the way back told him that there was no danger.
And if any doubt or worry remained in his heart, it died crushed under the weight of the small body settling on his chest, ready to continue his night's sleep unaware of the torture it represented for the human to have to endure the tickling of his nose by those red hairs so similar to his own.