When he led her out, both Jaakuna and Emiri started to dry themselves off. Jaakuna would begin with his hair as he ran the towel all through it until it was damp. Then he ran it across his torso, arms(and pits), back, and his entire lower body. Once he was fully dry, Jaakuna went over to the dresser, which seemed to have some pajamas. Jaakuna would just pull out a pair of black sweats and that’s it. He wore no boxers or anything. He just slipped those black sweats with a white stripe going down the middle-side of each pant leg.

Jaakuna would soon make his way over to the bed, to which Emiri would claim that it was softer than his own. Jaakuna highly doubted that, so he would go and lay onto the bed. Once his legs and back were on it. He didn’t want to say it, but he would have to agree with Emiri. The bed was softer, the cushion absorbed more and still held the shape. Oh how Jaakuna felt like he was on a cloud right now. “You’re right. Mm…” He said as he felt so relaxed. He laid on the bed arms extended and legs also. He would turn his head over to Emiri and see her looking at him. He would turn to his side, his left/top arm reaching over to her face, and he gently caressed her hair with his hand. He smiled at her, eyes barely open. [b]“I love you so much.”[/b] He said, his body shifting closer to her.