[ Laughter is too big an ask just now. That tiny face headbutting into the coziest gap it could find (fur sticking up a grieving man’s nostrils, feet poking into a boob) would give her fits any other night. ]
Yeah, [ Though her wrist protests, Paloma endeavors to lightly caress both their heads. Bestial strength in these hands and only the desire to affirm connection with them. ] What he said, silly boy.
[ Two hearts. Two beating hearts, one regular, one rapid. Those are what lull her to sleep, in the end, more so than the heat. ]
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Yeah, [ Though her wrist protests, Paloma endeavors to lightly caress both their heads. Bestial strength in these hands and only the desire to affirm connection with them. ] What he said, silly boy.
[ Two hearts. Two beating hearts, one regular, one rapid. Those are what lull her to sleep, in the end, more so than the heat. ]