Wha…? [Yamaguchi only blinks in incomprehension, leaning in unconsciously toward Oikawa as well before the latter pulls back. Looking chastised for no discernible reason, Yamaguchi draws back into himself again, fidgeting.
…Oh, right! Futon. Bed.] Ah. Yeah, um…i-in my parents' room. There's an extra futon there. Probably oughta be fine…
[They'll have to put it down next to Yamaguchi's on the floor; he doesn't have a Western-style bed.]
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…Oh, right! Futon. Bed.] Ah. Yeah, um…i-in my parents' room. There's an extra futon there. Probably oughta be fine…
[They'll have to put it down next to Yamaguchi's on the floor; he doesn't have a Western-style bed.]