[ setting his bowl into mikleo’s and hands now completely free, he’ll sit back for good. yawns are horridly contagious though, and before he knows it, his eyes water once his mouth threatens to stretch open as well. damn, his eyes! they’re heavy.
they’ll go to bed. in a minute. but for now it’s warm. he’s full. his head rests against the top of the seraph and he breathes softly into his hair. ]
We should get going, then.
[ he says this, but he doesn’t move an inch to give mikleo room to stand. if anything, his body is too inviting to stay. ]
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they’ll go to bed. in a minute. but for now it’s warm. he’s full. his head rests against the top of the seraph and he breathes softly into his hair. ]
We should get going, then.
[ he says this, but he doesn’t move an inch to give mikleo room to stand. if anything, his body is too inviting to stay. ]