Your hand is still cold. And that's too far away to keep kissing you.
[ He also mutters something about getting a proper doctor to tell him the exact same thing, but Midnight sighs, gives Kaveh one more kiss, and then another, and as he clumsily gets up and slithers out of bed, he continues kissing Kaveh until he can no longer reach him. Sitting on the hard concrete, head still resting on the mattress, he looks at Kaveh, the half-lid of his eyes not at all hiding the plaintive look in them. Like a hound who isn't certain of anything except the possibility that he's done something wrong. (This is completely emotional manipulation, but Midnight's also not actually sitting by the wall, so the disobedience is present on too many fronts to be anything other than wilfully obtuse at this point.) ]
Miss Deepcolor's drawn me before. Netzach too. They both have to look at me to do that.
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Your hand is still cold. And that's too far away to keep kissing you.
[ He also mutters something about getting a proper doctor to tell him the exact same thing, but Midnight sighs, gives Kaveh one more kiss, and then another, and as he clumsily gets up and slithers out of bed, he continues kissing Kaveh until he can no longer reach him. Sitting on the hard concrete, head still resting on the mattress, he looks at Kaveh, the half-lid of his eyes not at all hiding the plaintive look in them. Like a hound who isn't certain of anything except the possibility that he's done something wrong. (This is completely emotional manipulation, but Midnight's also not actually sitting by the wall, so the disobedience is present on too many fronts to be anything other than wilfully obtuse at this point.) ]
Miss Deepcolor's drawn me before. Netzach too. They both have to look at me to do that.
[ This doesn't actually solve anything, dummy! ]