[He's so happy somehow. She's not sure what she said other than the truth but it doesn't matter. She just enjoys it, opening her eyes as the wing comes over her because she enjoys his light. Hands reach from her back to stroke through the fire feathers and feel their tickling eat. More creep up his back and two reach from the wall to stroke through his hair and over his ears. She's missed him so much and can't stop wanting to touch him everywhere]
You should laugh like that more often, Marcchan.
[she will try to make it so it's something he can do]
Mm. I suppose tattoos are fine. [she rests her chin on his chest and looks up into his face] Tell me about them.
[April 10th]
You should laugh like that more often, Marcchan.
[she will try to make it so it's something he can do]
Mm. I suppose tattoos are fine. [she rests her chin on his chest and looks up into his face] Tell me about them.