[He shivers: like the letter the wording, the action, is just vague enough to mean many things. But a kiss to the ear is not the same as one to the crown of the head. Sitting still pressed so close is not quite the same as a hug.
He knows if he plays it off that Vanilla will not press. Will not judge. His heart is too boundless. His shy action speak of a similar loneliness to his own. An ache for peace and closeness. He wonders how horrific that time in the void he wrote of must have been for him. Cold and dark.
The ability to finish things, huh? Witches save him but this cookie knows him too well. He tilts his head into it, wrapping his arms around his old friend, fingers digging into the draped cape]
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He knows if he plays it off that Vanilla will not press. Will not judge. His heart is too boundless. His shy action speak of a similar loneliness to his own. An ache for peace and closeness. He wonders how horrific that time in the void he wrote of must have been for him. Cold and dark.
The ability to finish things, huh? Witches save him but this cookie knows him too well. He tilts his head into it, wrapping his arms around his old friend, fingers digging into the draped cape]
You are making me greedy, you know.