[ mon is...surprised to hear those words, but also almost embarrassingly happy -- true to noiz's words. his hands move up to cradle noiz's face, asking him to tilt so that they can kiss properly, eyes open not necessary of course. really, mon just wants to be as close as possible, to convey that he's glad too, to be as embarrassing as ever and let noiz know he's the reason in a good way. it's true he doesn't want to be stuck. but the other truth is that if he wasn't stuck here, he would be stuck topside. there is no in-between for a demon like mon. he has a place and a role to fulfill up above, and the only way out of it is the one he's found himself in here.
the tangle of noiz's legs and his arms is welcome, as are his words, and mon kisses him with a too gentle open mouth even as he says, ]
You make me happy. If that's embarrassing, then okay. I'll be embarrassing.
[ even as he says this, he flushes pink up to the tips of his ears; not a bold person exactly, but honest. earnest.
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the tangle of noiz's legs and his arms is welcome, as are his words, and mon kisses him with a too gentle open mouth even as he says, ]
You make me happy. If that's embarrassing, then okay. I'll be embarrassing.
[ even as he says this, he flushes pink up to the tips of his ears; not a bold person exactly, but honest. earnest.
loving. ]