[Oh, ridiculous munchkin flower, he knows those Feels. He knows the 'oh hello, person whose genitals I previously did not think were appealing, I am compelled to be ridiculously naked and tangled with you' feels and the 'oh hello, super best friend of many a year, your face needs my face attached to it by means of kisses and leeching adoration' feels. They are not good feels. Or bad feels. But they're even more feels-y when obviously blitzed out of one's tiny little monk-brain.
Or regular brain. Or oversized brain. Every brain.
Her cheek clearly needs a bit of pinching. It's the unfortunate way of the world.]
S' long as you don't get bollixed up about him 'til you're sober again, dearheart.
Best. \o/ (I want to squish her face foreverrr.)
Or regular brain. Or oversized brain. Every brain.
Her cheek clearly needs a bit of pinching. It's the unfortunate way of the world.]
S' long as you don't get bollixed up about him 'til you're sober again, dearheart.