[Simple and calm is how Hajime prefers things, don't worry. He's just arranging the blankets into two semblances of "mattresses" close to each other, one with his own pillow, the other with... hm. Maybe he should have stolen another pillow out of another room? Would Ryuji remember to bring it...
Fortunately, the sound of footsteps answers that question when he turns around -- what had started as a friendly smile turns quickly into exasperation as he crosses the distance between them to try and grab that pillow.]
Why didn't you-- [carry it with your hands, is what he wanted to say, but instead what comes out is a strangled noise and an exclamation of,] O-oi!! What happened to your hands?
[Yeah that's. Failed to mention that bit. Hajime almost drops the pillow as quickly as he'd grabbed hold of it, a concerned gaze flicking between his bandaged hands and Ryuji's face.]
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Fortunately, the sound of footsteps answers that question when he turns around -- what had started as a friendly smile turns quickly into exasperation as he crosses the distance between them to try and grab that pillow.]
Why didn't you-- [carry it with your hands, is what he wanted to say, but instead what comes out is a strangled noise and an exclamation of,] O-oi!! What happened to your hands?
[Yeah that's. Failed to mention that bit. Hajime almost drops the pillow as quickly as he'd grabbed hold of it, a concerned gaze flicking between his bandaged hands and Ryuji's face.]