[ welcome you are now laying parallel to a girl on her probably college-sized bed so like. wow. he really does take up a lot of space, but she doesn't seem to mind or scurry away from it. instead she'll just shimmy back to make sure he's comfortable before lifting a hesitant arm and then just
very carefully draping it over him, slotting herself in comfortably now. she thought maybe she'd need to situate herself better, or that she'd be perhaps a little more uncertain, but rondo radiates the kind of warmth that she's come to trust to an impossible-to-reach degree. ]
Or the weather, but I don't think "cloudy with a chance of fleas" is really a thing I wanna talk about.
[ she uses her other hand to reach up between them and fuss a little with the hairs over his forehead, sweeping them back a little to stroke gently up the line of his brow. ]
[ wow..... cuddles..... these are a new thing for rondo but he is finding he's enjoying it! a lot! even if it's just a little bit forbidden, just a little, it's not in a bad way - to comfort and love and to be close to someone else is not a bad thing, especially after the nightmare that has been this week.
maybe it's more obvious than he thinks, that he's tired - there's a slight flicker of surprise, and then something sheepish, like he's been caught. as marina settles in, it takes him a moment, but he carefully lifts an arm to lay over her in return, curling it gently around her shoulders, and ducks his head down when she fusses with his very fluffy bangs, peeking at her from under his brow with that same, sheepish smile. busted. ]
... mm. [ god no fleas. ] ... Truthfully, I... spoke to Karlach about - well. I'm sure you can guess. [ murder! his emotions do something funny and wobbly - something sad, worried, grieving, and something sort of ... almost nauseous, buried underneath. ] It... I think it went better than it did the first time, but...
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Whatever's eating you.
[ welcome you are now laying parallel to a girl on her probably college-sized bed so like. wow. he really does take up a lot of space, but she doesn't seem to mind or scurry away from it. instead she'll just shimmy back to make sure he's comfortable before lifting a hesitant arm and then just
very carefully draping it over him, slotting herself in comfortably now. she thought maybe she'd need to situate herself better, or that she'd be perhaps a little more uncertain, but rondo radiates the kind of warmth that she's come to trust to an impossible-to-reach degree. ]
Or the weather, but I don't think "cloudy with a chance of fleas" is really a thing I wanna talk about.
[ she uses her other hand to reach up between them and fuss a little with the hairs over his forehead, sweeping them back a little to stroke gently up the line of his brow. ]
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maybe it's more obvious than he thinks, that he's tired - there's a slight flicker of surprise, and then something sheepish, like he's been caught. as marina settles in, it takes him a moment, but he carefully lifts an arm to lay over her in return, curling it gently around her shoulders, and ducks his head down when she fusses with his very fluffy bangs, peeking at her from under his brow with that same, sheepish smile. busted. ]
... mm. [ god no fleas. ] ... Truthfully, I... spoke to Karlach about - well. I'm sure you can guess. [ murder! his emotions do something funny and wobbly - something sad, worried, grieving, and something sort of ... almost nauseous, buried underneath. ] It... I think it went better than it did the first time, but...