[If he had a tail, it would be wagging. There's nothing quite like the feeling of being enjoyed, being wanted. Especially to someone who wasn't lucky enough to feel it too often.
There's a new weight to Kronid's request to spend the night now that he knows it's been a thousand years since he's slept in the same bed with someone. That's absurd. How did he not have someone in his bed every night? He's not going to question it out loud, though. He's just going to allow himself to feel as blessed as he thinks he is for being given such an opportunity.]
As do I.
[He hums softly, glancing down to meet his gaze. That expression is more familiar than the last... Kronid must be coming out of it. Good. It hurts to see him like this.]
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There's a new weight to Kronid's request to spend the night now that he knows it's been a thousand years since he's slept in the same bed with someone. That's absurd. How did he not have someone in his bed every night? He's not going to question it out loud, though. He's just going to allow himself to feel as blessed as he thinks he is for being given such an opportunity.]
As do I.
[He hums softly, glancing down to meet his gaze. That expression is more familiar than the last... Kronid must be coming out of it. Good. It hurts to see him like this.]
How... are you feeling?