[ Ratio curls into Aventurine's body when he presses close, entangling their limbs together. The room is bright, lit by the false window set to match the day's cycle, but... it's nice. To simply stop for a moment and enjoy the present. To feel Aventurine's body press close against him, the floral smell lingering in his hair, and the weight of the cats who refuse to understand the concept of personal space.
Ratio closes his eyes and simply feels. ]
Agreed. I would not mind such interruptions every once in a while.
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Ratio closes his eyes and simply feels. ]
Agreed. I would not mind such interruptions every once in a while.