You're three feet tall! Three and a half if you count the hair!

[ So Kanan should get the adult bed, obviously. Despite the whining completely rational objections, Kanan's set their guest up with his own jacket balled under his head and moved on to check the opposite side of the house from Vanitas. He's quick, but thorough, and he at least trusts Vanitas enough to think he'd be the same. Neither of them really wants to get eaten in the middle of the night. ]

See anywhere we could start a fire? This guy still isn't moving.