[ The crib, as it is, is in pieces across the living room. Kuro still needs to put it all together, beyond what he's already done, but he'd gotten frustrated with the sheer number of pieces and the convoluted directions. So, the glider it was. It seemed more useful to them in this moment, anyways, as he spreads his thighs a little more to give Nazuna room to stand.

Even that movement is slow and lazy, despite the fact he folds a hand around Nazuna's waist the moment he takes a seat. He's not too worried about the paint, considering his lazy clothes. But it's appreciated regardless as he rubs his thumb into the dip of his hip with a soft kind of fondness. ]

Could be 'cause of the furniture. I could drag some more of it up here to put together, instead of down in the livin' room. But maybe a, uh. Trim? Trim could do it.

[ His head lolls against the back of the cushion, eyes focused lazily on the room around him. And then Kuro huffs a soft laugh, digging his heels into the floor and giving the glider a little rock. ]