[ Slender fingers brush against his waist—they catch the young exorcist off guard while he’s busy indulging in a little olfactory. Surprised and suddenly exhaling on a choked laugh, Chongyun twists on the bed and looks up at his friend; soft blue hair falls across his forehead, mussed, as catslit pupils gaze up from beneath light lashes. He doesn’t sit up, instead choosing to rumple the bedding beneath him as he squirms. It’s fine, he’s the one who made the bed before anyway.
A warm smile curls on the exorcist’s lips on the tail end of that short laugh, body slightly curled in to protect his side from more tickle assaults. ]
Haha… what’re you doing?
[ It’s not a question. No, it sounds too affectionate; a gentle chiding that isn’t chiding at all. ]
no subject
A warm smile curls on the exorcist’s lips on the tail end of that short laugh, body slightly curled in to protect his side from more tickle assaults. ]
Haha… what’re you doing?
[ It’s not a question. No, it sounds too affectionate; a gentle chiding that isn’t chiding at all. ]