(That would make Sora's entire life, if he knew. Let us pull the strings of destiny.)

Sora pouts. This is not a frown! It's a put upon pout. "I'm attached, okay! I'm still gonna use the actual bed," he says, waving an arm to one of the open bedroom doors, "but like, I'll keep this if we need emergency beds or something." Sora sighs. "I'll put it in a closet later."

But for right now, he's gonna set down his backpack and unzip it, setting up things on various pieces of furniture. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to it except for the clothes, which are all headed to the same lumpy pile on a small table near the bedroom door.