[ noiz is cute and mon is fairly sure he has no idea that this is true, and even more sure he wouldn't agree, but that's okay. it's enough that mon gets to see him like this, the way he curls down against him in a way that's both incredibly cute and almost dizzyingly affectionate. the days when mon felt concerned for noiz aren't gone -- is he lonely, what does he need, what does he want, what can i do for him -- but the days when mon wasn't sure if noiz even wanted to be near him at all are history. it's a blessing, if mon can even use that term for himself, being a demon, and his small hands curl into the fabric of noiz's shirt tighter than he realizes as he hums again, a faint song-like undertone in his voice. ]
Thank you for liking me, [ soft, and softer still, ] and thank you for letting me like you and not thinking it's silly.
[ being permitted, after all, to care, is a generosity too.
mon kisses any sliver of skin he's nearest to -- the side of his face close to his temple, a tickle of noiz's hair making his nose twitch, not unlike a rabbit. ]
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Thank you for liking me, [ soft, and softer still, ] and thank you for letting me like you and not thinking it's silly.
[ being permitted, after all, to care, is a generosity too.
mon kisses any sliver of skin he's nearest to -- the side of his face close to his temple, a tickle of noiz's hair making his nose twitch, not unlike a rabbit. ]