[Rude.

Also sorry, that's his general state of being because Eichi sucks at talking to people properly.]

Please don't. I imagine that would be a disgusting sensation, being congratulated by you.

[At least they're on the same page here.

And with that, Eichi shrugs and sits up, getting off the bed and instead beginning to poke around the room.]

Now that we have, at the very least, settled on sleeping arrangements... [...what's next]