[Laughter is like snoring, isn't it? Because, as Hakkai settles further into the nest of sheets, laughter is what he's getting. It's thready and drifting, because Hakkai's already starting to sink back down from half-consciousness into no consciousness at all, but it seems, to him, to fit. It had been ridiculous. He had thought he could make it, though....
The pillow smells like Gojyo, without the cigarette smoke, mingled with the fake herbal odor of Hakkai's discount shampoo. His laughter trails off into a sigh, and he turns his head to the side, cheek pressed to the cotton.
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The pillow smells like Gojyo, without the cigarette smoke, mingled with the fake herbal odor of Hakkai's discount shampoo. His laughter trails off into a sigh, and he turns his head to the side, cheek pressed to the cotton.
He's not sure when his eyes closed, either.]