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uchuukitaGentaro Kisaragi sleeps largely like a log, spread like a starfish across his bed. Somehow, he doesn't snore, unless he's sick, but he's been known to talk in his sleep--like tonight--and when he does, he's as loud as he is when he's awake. (So if the neighbors can't hear him, it's a miracle, basically.)
"Nooo," he whines, rolling onto his side, "no, stop! Give that--back!"
The ensuing flailing at whatever's going on in his head makes him fall off the bed with a thump. He doesn't wake, still muttering variations of 'no, stop' into the carpeting.
"Nooo," he whines, rolling onto his side, "no, stop! Give that--back!"
The ensuing flailing at whatever's going on in his head makes him fall off the bed with a thump. He doesn't wake, still muttering variations of 'no, stop' into the carpeting.