[ Midnight gazes up at Kaveh, eyes sad and pleading even while he leans into Kaveh's touch, relishing the stimulation at his scalp... then, with a much put upon pout, he puts his hand out to Kaveh, making a grabbing motion. ]
Give me your scarf, love. I want to smell you.
[ Midnight's goal was to fall asleep, but enjoying Kaveh is an ever present directive, here. And it seems like a completely fair exchange for him having to keep himself away from the only person with his heart in his vicinity. ]
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Give me your scarf, love. I want to smell you.
[ Midnight's goal was to fall asleep, but enjoying Kaveh is an ever present directive, here. And it seems like a completely fair exchange for him having to keep himself away from the only person with his heart in his vicinity. ]