"sure."
that time the huff ( flustered ) is accompanied by a smirk that he manages to hide just in time, having to cover his scarred side he can't control very well.
he scrunches up his nose with a chuff, mumbling under his breath with a grumpy grimace. the sigh is his way of convincing himself that it's fine.
"maybe, yeah."
... is that how it is now? feeling free to use him as a bed without asking?
not that Kon has anything to say against it... apparently.
he stifles a yawn of his own and chuffs.
he's lucky the man isn't around to see him open the book that turns out being a diary, a copy to be precise, as is written in the first pages and the short introduction.
it belonged to 'Rodin the bard', no last name.
it's... quite thick, but rather than poems as one would +
he shivers when hugged, almost shaking off the lingering feeling like an animal but catching himself before doing so to not hurt Noon's feelings.
he just... sighs.
"sure." sounding a little defeated.
and with that he looks down, arms folded over his chest and hair falling like a swamp tree in front of his face.
"you're young. keep away from what could ruin you. if you don't want to stay away from me, at least listen to an advice."
they bump nose to nose again, deliberately, with Konstantyn huffing for his own discontent- that being fake for he doesn't scold nor push away from Noon.
"having fun?"