( it's... it's really hard to tell if he's kidding or not. Aoba makes another face, distaste evident and he ain't even trying to hide it. man, tell him that was a bad idea, huh? now he's going to use it as leverage forever.

.... not forever. this is just another hookup, right? Aoba's gut does a little flip, and he hugs the pillow tighter against himself. right. can't get too attached; he knew that since... well. day one.

but then he's close again—Aoba looks up, blinking quizzically at the vampire, unable to not smile in return. )

Mm, I guess you can have one. Just because if you bring milk back it'll be your very last, and all.

( it better be juice!!! or anything else, honestly. with a light harumph his expressions smooths over and he reaches up, leaning up and putting weight forward on his knees to catch Crowley in a kiss. palms pressed against the shape of the vampire's jaw, cupping, like he's holding something dear. )

... .. ... Don't take too long.