MY HAIR'S BEEN CURLY SINCE I WAS BORN! Don't try to make it sound like I did something to deserve this hair, jerk!

[He'll now actively tug his foot back; if Zura lets him, he'll get up and walk to his futon - made extra big and fluffy from the apartment technology -- then flop on it with little ceremony, but maybe a bit of dramatics. ]

I'm not moving from this spot now. This is the spot I wanted all along.

[Because this is a better spot, clearly. Anything he says is muffled into the pillow anyway.]