Cute indeed; Declan pouted in his sleep, full lips too plush when his teeth were together so the curved out. Add that to how he furrowed his brow when he slept and he looked like he were quietly pouting to himself behind all that hair. His fingers flexed on occasion, the gloves creaking, and he always kept one hand near the combat knife affixed to his shoulder. In all, cute though he was, it was easy to see that Declan was a well-trained survivor. Even if the chatter and watching didn't wake him. After all, those weren't signs of danger.

"Aoba?" Ghost spoke up gently, curious. "Is there something wrong with him?" the little light asked quietly, tilting this way and that, looking between Declan and Aoba.

"You're staring..."