limbical: (when everybody wants to be a cat)
dirty degenerate furry ([personal profile] limbical) wrote in [personal profile] kinnie 2024-02-25 06:01 am (UTC)

Of course I did. It was about you.

[Daan says it with some ease before he feels a hint of embarrassment about it. But it was the truth, and he won't take that part back.

It's still hard to tell if this was a wise idea or not, if it was better to avoid things that could hurt Cloud. He watches him, quietly alarmed that he'd just touch the pot like that, unwavering as he takes a spoonful.

But most importantly is his reaction. Gently, Daan places a hand over Cloud's, touching and trying to turn it over to make sure it isn't too badly burned.]


I can't imagine. [And really, Daan can't; he has no family to miss.] I-- if you need me to, I can remove the pot. I don't want to hurt you, Cloud.

[He'd aimed for thoughtful, but if he's stepped in the wrong direction then he'll fix it.]

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