Ed doesn't attempt to take too much more space, just enough to not fall right off the bed.
"'m comfortable," he grumbles, because random raids in the night have taught him to keep himself dressed and ready for a fight at all hours. Ed nearly kicks him when Stede fusses over the shoes, but he resists, swinging his feet off the bed to kick the damn shoes off instead. Fussy prick, he thought affectionately. Should the socks stay on? What were the taboos for that if you don't have shoes on-- Whatever, the socks also came off, and he tucked them into the shoes in little wadded up balls. Blackbeard did NOT fold things on principle.
Ok, he did fold Stede's nice things when necessary.
But not socks. Who fucking folds socks?
He situates himself back onto the bed properly, feeling awfully naked in the shorts and teeshirt, and very bare legs and feet, in a room with a handful of other people (one of whom is awake (Ayato)--two if he counts Stede also) and in a bed too small to be shared.
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"'m comfortable," he grumbles, because random raids in the night have taught him to keep himself dressed and ready for a fight at all hours. Ed nearly kicks him when Stede fusses over the shoes, but he resists, swinging his feet off the bed to kick the damn shoes off instead. Fussy prick, he thought affectionately. Should the socks stay on? What were the taboos for that if you don't have shoes on-- Whatever, the socks also came off, and he tucked them into the shoes in little wadded up balls. Blackbeard did NOT fold things on principle.
Ok, he did fold Stede's nice things when necessary.
But not socks. Who fucking folds socks?
He situates himself back onto the bed properly, feeling awfully naked in the shorts and teeshirt, and very bare legs and feet, in a room with a handful of other people (one of whom is awake (Ayato)--two if he counts Stede also) and in a bed too small to be shared.
How the hell is he supposed to sleep?