[PFFFFFFFFT. You. Why you! Ha. Hahahaha... Waver looks at Iskandar laughing hysterically, dragging his hand down his face and trying for a pout before giving up and breaking out in laughter of his own.]

Completely hopeless. Bane of all furniture. [He leans into that touch, scooting closer as Iskandar continues to twine his fingers through his hair.] It's six, counting that love hotel.

[Still chuckling.] Please. Neither of us want to be hauled to the ER because we were in search of a bed that can withstand a couple of Heroic Spirits. What a story that would be. [He wonders if Archer and Caster had this problem.] Futon it is.