[Seeing as how it's THREE IN THE MORNING, Abbacchio is actually passed out on his couch at this point, because even he isn't staying up that late. He's leaning back and manspreading like his life depends on it, head on the arm rest.]
[...Why is he...on the couch instead of in an actual bed. Why is he sleeping in an upright position. Can it possibly be comfortable to have his legs opened that wide while unconscious. These are the questions of the ages, all of which Kirigiri finds herself presented with upon her arrival.
She, on the other hand, polished off the biggest takeaway cup of coffee available to purchase in the dead of night, so she's doing fine in terms of sleep or lack thereof. So she thinks a minute, regarding Abbacchio's sleeping form, and then eventually sneaks past him to go poke around in the bedroom and hall closets, respectively.
Eventually, she finds a blanket of some variety — either a throw tucked away on a high shelf, or just by taking one off the bed directly — and drags it back into the front room, gently draping it over Abbacchio while he sleeps.]
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[ANYWAY GIVE IT ANOTHER THREE HOURS OR SO and there she is, picking the lock to Abbacchio's house and letting herself in.]
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She, on the other hand, polished off the biggest takeaway cup of coffee available to purchase in the dead of night, so she's doing fine in terms of sleep or lack thereof. So she thinks a minute, regarding Abbacchio's sleeping form, and then eventually sneaks past him to go poke around in the bedroom and hall closets, respectively.
Eventually, she finds a blanket of some variety — either a throw tucked away on a high shelf, or just by taking one off the bed directly — and drags it back into the front room, gently draping it over Abbacchio while he sleeps.]