[ Vanilla is content to simply hold his love like this for as long as needed, though when he finally sits up, he lets him go. Dropping his hands to his again, moving his Souljam out of the way so he can take them.
Though that sounds ominous, his ears twitching a little. ]
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Though that sounds ominous, his ears twitching a little. ]
Of course, my love. What is it?