“That’s because you’re abysmally tall,” Jim said, in regards to the tub. “I fit in it fine. And I’m tempted to get one that isn’t comfortable so that you won’t sleep on it. You do that far too much. Which is to say, you do it at all.” Jim caught sight of the color red and followed it, ending up in a display room of dark wood and blood red accents. “Oooh, I love this.”
Sebastian snorted, “And you’re a fucking leprechaun. You fit in anything. And it’s a ittle hard not to sleep on the couch when your scrawny ass manags to take up 90% of the bed some nights. Ain’t got anywhere else to sleep sometimes.” Seastian looked around, smirking, “Reminds me of something my mom would design.”

















