X climbed to his feet, hopping off the edge of the bed and moving over to the tray, which upon it lay an egg salad sandwich, a bag of barbecue chips, and glass of water. X picked up the bag, pulling it open with a loud, obnoxious crackle and then popping a few chips in his mouth, eating happily and turning to watch the two.
"I'm not dangerous~"
He agreed, swallowing before laughing. "You should let Little Thing-san room with me~! I could do with some company."
X tilted his head to the side, as if musing. "He's my brother after all, ne~ It's only fair." Well, okay, so they weren't siblings. But there might be some off chance in nine thousand years that they were, and after all, Little Thing-san thought so.