ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ𝚍 ᴱ 𝑟͟𝐍 ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ 𝐢𝐂ʰ𝖔͟ᴿ ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ...

ᅟᅟᅟhm. for a while, choso only hears his own heart drumming on ears. taking a teeny weeny step closer, hands tied to the back. “ i think we should .. ” he begins in almost a whisper, then looking at her through eyelashes.

ᅟᅟᅟ choso watches her- no, he admires her. the small crease between eyebrows, the way lips quirks upwards as if accepting a challenge. how blond tresses prettily flutters. heart skips a tiny beat, orbs averting hers so——

ᅟᅟᅟa grumble, tad scrunkly, but no less happy to be pampered in several squishes and .. boop? hm. fine. palm scratching the back of his head, he didn't flush, but surely the face mark changing forms to a thinner line means something.

ᅟᅟᅟ arms falls to the side, dark irises still paying all attention to her, almost in concentration. in contrast, low voice echoes. “ could you release my cheeks, please? ” ...