[Soft as his words, Lalli shifts to rest his cheek on Emil's head. He's still tense, holding himself back, because some part of him worries that the sharpness of his bones was going to be enough to pop this dreamy scenario and turn Emil into a puff of smoke. But he can feel him there. That's nice.]
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[don't @ him motherfucker]
...Hn.
[Soft as his words, Lalli shifts to rest his cheek on Emil's head. He's still tense, holding himself back, because some part of him worries that the sharpness of his bones was going to be enough to pop this dreamy scenario and turn Emil into a puff of smoke. But he can feel him there. That's nice.]
Yeah.