Ellianor sighed. Maybe he made some mistakes. Perhaps he could have articulated his words better, maybe, just maybe, he should have told Kissenn what was the system's deal earlier.
Those maybes meant nothing, as she rested atop of him, alongside Jello, like in a pile. He was pinned to his bed by his concerned friends, determined not to let him move without their watch.
They treated him as if he was a sassy lost child who would get into a problem at the first opportunity, to be fair, that was how his luck tended to work out, but he did not chase those problems by option, rather, they were drawn to him.
It spoke volumes about his luck and his predisposition to get into trouble. 'Say, boss, is it a common sight to see you pinned? I could get used to it.'
His daemonic minion chirped inside his head, amused by the sight. 'Yeah. It is a common sight, even if Kissenn is not normally invasive.'
