( oh, it was taken in good faith. that’s rare. kirma certainly isn’t complaining— his tail wags behind them as his eyes follow the line of esi’s gesture and he puts more weight onto the little (like, cute) prince. he leans and leans on them until suddenly, they’re cheek to cheek. for no particular reason.
perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder. )
Not sweet. ( thinking. ) Not sour.
( he does not know how many cocktails he just eliminated in four simple words. he shifts position to account for the uneven tilt of his body, but it means one hand is gripping the rim of the barstool, right up against esi’s ass. don’t… worry about that. )
looks at you.
perhaps absence does make the heart grow fonder. )
Not sweet. ( thinking. ) Not sour.
( he does not know how many cocktails he just eliminated in four simple words. he shifts position to account for the uneven tilt of his body, but it means one hand is gripping the rim of the barstool, right up against esi’s ass. don’t… worry about that. )
Make it a good surprise. ( :3 )