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He was slowly settling into this whole existing thing, finding some routine in the day-to-day events of eating, sleeping and pooping. Somewhere in those activities was also playing, though that really just consisted of him wiggling around, trying to make sense of his limbs. Just now, Sitamat was quite happily dozing, nestled between two mini-heaters, before suddenly their bodies shuffled and a stray limb pressed against his face. He released a startled cry and moved to lay himself across the disturber of the peace so he could resume his nap.