[ He means exactly what he says: Aoba is the only human who has given him a heartbeat in eight hundred years. It's not his own, no, but when he came close and pressed his body against his own what he felt against his chest was something that had grown to be so foreign to him over time. Distant, unclear, it was a surprise to him at that moment but one he so easily shrugged off as something simple.
He blinks slowly, satisfied with Aoba's response as he pulls himself closer. Curling underneath the sheets and wrapping his arms around the smaller's frame. ]
Mm. [ He hums lightly, and while he doesn't feel tired the fact that he's so comfortable reminds him of lazy spring days where he'd fall asleep under the sun. Days where the sun didn't hurt him, days where a coffin ironically was the best solution for him to get some good sleep without interruption. ] You're so warm.
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He blinks slowly, satisfied with Aoba's response as he pulls himself closer. Curling underneath the sheets and wrapping his arms around the smaller's frame. ]
Mm. [ He hums lightly, and while he doesn't feel tired the fact that he's so comfortable reminds him of lazy spring days where he'd fall asleep under the sun. Days where the sun didn't hurt him, days where a coffin ironically was the best solution for him to get some good sleep without interruption. ] You're so warm.