[Polnareff can't see him, he knows, and maybe that's for the better, because his own lined eyes slide open and flit up anyway — a deliberate gaze that lands and holds on Polnareff's face, that resonates in the emphatic innocence applied liberally to his tone.
It's uncanny, his ability to put the sound of a shrug into words, but he does it.]
I sat around listening to you snore all night. You should close your mouth when you sleep, you know, so you won't drool so much.
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[Polnareff can't see him, he knows, and maybe that's for the better, because his own lined eyes slide open and flit up anyway — a deliberate gaze that lands and holds on Polnareff's face, that resonates in the emphatic innocence applied liberally to his tone.
It's uncanny, his ability to put the sound of a shrug into words, but he does it.]
I sat around listening to you snore all night. You should close your mouth when you sleep, you know, so you won't drool so much.