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[ً @holyaches]

my childhood spat back out the monster that you see.

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

It's very much like trying to stop a cat from eating something it's not supposed to. he knows a thing or two with the other little feline pest.

"no?"

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

he tries to tilt his head away from the kisses, but there's absolutely no effort in that attempt.

"I'd give it time."

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

with a snort he rests his chin on top of Noon's head, between the fluffy ears.

"We don't seem like the kinds to do so."

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

with no answer he pinches his side, ready to catch him if he jumps from his lap.

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

"sure."

that time the huff ( flustered ) is accompanied by a smirk that he manages to hide just in time, having to cover his scarred side he can't control very well.

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

he scrunches up his nose with a chuff, mumbling under his breath with a grumpy grimace. the sigh is his way of convincing himself that it's fine.

"maybe, yeah."

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

the bear is as docile as one can be, letting the other curl up by his side: just like the big bed he is.

"dunno. have no big plans for these days."

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

... is that how it is now? feeling free to use him as a bed without asking?
not that Kon has anything to say against it... apparently.

he stifles a yawn of his own and chuffs.

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

/ the hiatus is healing but I do miss writing my ships blehehehe
I especially miss writing Kon

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

/ o have a problem I'm ill

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

expect, it's filled with sketches and notes on various creatures.

must be why Konstantyn is reading it.

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

he's lucky the man isn't around to see him open the book that turns out being a diary, a copy to be precise, as is written in the first pages and the short introduction.

it belonged to 'Rodin the bard', no last name.

it's... quite thick, but rather than poems as one would +

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

/ tiny sun... big moon ...

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

he shivers when hugged, almost shaking off the lingering feeling like an animal but catching himself before doing so to not hurt Noon's feelings.

he just... sighs.

"sure." sounding a little defeated.

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

/ not happy abt it bc i gotta cook and I'm super eepy

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

/ I did fall asleep a little

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

and with that he looks down, arms folded over his chest and hair falling like a swamp tree in front of his face.

"you're young. keep away from what could ruin you. if you don't want to stay away from me, at least listen to an advice."

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

/ about to fall asleep gawdamn

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

he half smiles, hiding the grin with a chuff right into Noon's face.

"you have time to learn that boring is good."

[‗ 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲𝐧. ❍ @haIfeye]

they bump nose to nose again, deliberately, with Konstantyn huffing for his own discontent- that being fake for he doesn't scold nor push away from Noon.

"having fun?"