𑣲┆rose’s thorn. ˚.⋆ֹ

ᅠ ︵†︵︵◝ ♱ ◜︵︵†︵ ۫ 𐑺 𝓣horn ˑ ⌕ 𝓋𝑎͟𝑚͟𝑝͟𝑖𝑟𝑒 ࣭ ᘐ ◞ ꜝꜞ antique shop owner ˳ 𓏲 ˑ †། ͝ ݁ ︶ 🦇 ︶ ݁ ͝ །† ᅠ

“why are you calling me kitten?” a disgruntled grumble, but squeezing him close against their chest. “ … sleep well, little bat. i love you too.”

tucking him against their chest, fingers gently running through his hair. “mm … whatever you say.”

“you were the one trying to dig into me,” a soft grumble, tugging him down beside them.

splutters when his hands caught on their nose, peeking from underneath the blankets. “why are we kissing me?”

muffled groans from under the pile of blankets.

you made it? eyes softening in response, chewchew. it’s delicious.

leans forward and takes it from her, smiling as they chew. thank you, baby.

“mmm, of course, baby.” pulling back and gently squeezes her cheeks. she’s so cute.

“i think you made the right choice to try this colour. you would definitely look beautiful.” leaning down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead.

smiling lightly at her own surprise, brushing back her bangs. it’s surprisingly soft, albeit a little dry. “it’s very pretty. it suits you.”

eyes immediately zeroing on her hair, scrutinising it. “you bleached your hair,” eyebrows shooting right up to their hairline.

gently cupping @pearlycanines’ cheeks, turning her head this way and that with a light inquisitive frown. something about her changed — did she cut her hair?

good boy.

ask nicely.

you want me to wrap my hand around your neck, my love?

what is it, my love?

“no stealing from my shop.” flicking his ear affectionately before pulling back. “okay, we can redecorate.”