Kokuryo sighed, falling back into the hay and seeming quite content. "Meh, I've had worse. It's actually a lot more comfortable than sleeping on the sand, you know. Then again, sand is quite comfortable too. You just have to hope a sandstorm doesn't come while you're sleeping, or you might end up with a mouth full of the gritty stuff." Indeed, the young man did look quite at home where he lay, his arms splayed out in a carefree manner. Of course, he'd make room if anybody needed it. If not, then he would get that particular area all to himself. They wouldn't realize what they were missing out on until it was far too late.
{I'm back. Inspiration has returned to me}