.... ( phainon Point ) you don't believe me! I know that face! there is despair brewing in the pits of your heart! ( yes... bc boy doesn't even put a Bit of dressinggfhfhgjgjfj )
( mmmmmmhhhehehe. wide, pleased smile of a cat that got what it wanted. ) nothing at all. maybe just a warning that I'll be smelling you for the rest of the day. ^^
mydei, did you know? supposedly, people who find each others' body odour offputting make the best immune systems.
you say it's because of my mother... but really, I think it's just you. ( at long last, he rises fully and tenderly cups mydei's cheeks, bringing himself close for a longer, deeper kiss——a continuation of the sweet prologue. the heat from the fire slowly dissipates, taking
lucky you. had it not been for your mother telling me to indulge your little whims, there wouldn't be any clinging possible in my kitchen. do not complain if your food is burnt.
waiting to be written into being.
sometimes, phainon thinks he really has been blinded by the sun. )
don't worry! I'm a man who can handle any consequence. anyway, I'm sure it'll taste good even if burnt, since it comes from your hand.
( with that, phainon reaches back
but——whatever life gives, whatever phainon gets. 👍)
( so the stir frying is done, and phainon finally peels his face away from mydei's supple chest to take a peek, whistling impressedly. )
see? I told you it could be done!
( and phainon responds no more, either, satisfied with the knowledge that mydei will suceed no matter what——it's a bit of an easter egg what he's discovered, that mydei will more often indulge his whims than otherwise. it's bad habit, and definitely makes for spoiled behaviour,
? YOU held back the black tide, and now you're holding back our dinner.
( mydei complains no more, merely sighing as the stir frying of vegetables are done with a clingy phainon stuck to him like second skin. oh well. )