Tororo stood in front of Kururu's closet contemplating the structure as he waited, holding with one hand his green pillow, a bit of awkward silence.
He had his usual insomnia and this , as always, drove him crazy.
"..."
the closet's door opened in such a swosh that Tororo almost fell onto his tail, they were there, spiral glasses looking quietly at him
"..."
Kururu shifted himself to show his extremely narrow bed post, filled with many posters, a latpop and some cds
Tororo entered the place and softly collocated himself in a side, curling himself to avoid taking much space, then only silence filled the small place
"tsch, that way you cannot sleep comfortable"
at these words Tororo streched a bit his legs, noticing Kururu scooting close to him
sinking himself into a place so filled with that curry smell always worked so fine in making him falling asleep.