[ his purrs almost seem a little less crackly , and a lot louder , as Wukong leans into the kiss , a content smile on his face . ]
[ even if he can't be here all the time , it's nice to have Wukong be there sometimes . ]
" th a n k . . . y . . o u . . . "
[ there are clearly still some influences from the lady , even while he's fighting . but regardless , he snuggles up to Mihou , feeling a little less cold than usual , and starts to doze off . . . ]
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( Her hand moved to intertwine with his own, giving it a soft squeeze, almost like an assurance.
Heβs still there, still present within that frozen headspace. )
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[ he seems to almost grumble , bumping his head into the other simian's shoulder before running his shaky hand through Mihou's hair once more . he picks out a few things before letting his hand drop , the simple act already tiring him . ]
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( He gave a simple eye roll to the response. His hand stilled in its hair. )
β Seriously. Youβre a wreck, dude.
( He ignores the fact that heβs in a less than pleasant state himself .. )
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blehhhh okay okay
[flop]
hhhh man its been so empty home im glad youβre back
i will need to remember to sweep up that mug though yaknow, if i forget immmm blaming you yep your fault