For the time that Ryunosuke's getting lost in words, Manabu's thoughts have gotten a bit philosophical on hands. Well, philosophical for him - he's definitely not a deep thinker. It's more just general observations he's actually paying attention to because of this context.

His hand is warm, he thinks. Probably looks warmer, too. It's a little too dimly lit in here to be sure, but he's pretty sure. His own hand can't be that cozy, can it? The tattoo he'd gotten warmed him up a little, but he still always runs cold. Maybe that's alright? Hell, if Ryuu ever ran a fever...

Rambling, ambling thoughts like that, joined up with the occasional murmur of Ryunosuke's reading and the low lights barely piercing the ongoing dark all work against him and his own butterfly-fueled energy. He hasn't slept in...in a while, really - certainly not for some hours before he even suggested a date! It's catching up in a big way, and by the time Ryunosuke seeks to investigate, Manabu's heavy eyelids had won and he was properly asleep sitting up.

From his lap, Magnet stirs just to nose at Ryunosuke's arm, tail wagging. If there's an issue here, it is definitely not a dog omen's issue.

At 'hey,' Manabu lets out a faint, acknowledging noise.