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𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

[She could thankfully deny the flush was from Typhon's soft chest on her back. She was honestly a little jealous, they were bigger than her own hands...] Not that I mind. Your warmth and softness are quite refreshing on this adventure through the skies together~!

okay fiiiine. you can do that. as long as /i/ get to see it. i like seeing cool toys.

sarkaz witchcraft? come on, don't be vague little lady. i wanna see what you're using /at least/. i'll show you what i have!

ㅤ ㅤ❝ I like the colors of your hair and eyes together. ❞ He doesn't mind about the post-training appearence. The only thing he cares about is expressing the desirable words he wanted to say to the Sarkaz. ㅤ

"...You smell nice." She's trying to come up with polite ways to ask for a sniff.

Mudrock is indeed staring, but only because she is in absolute awe again at how beautiful her dear huntress is. Even covered in sweat and panting from a workout she looks ethereal to the Sarkaz. No words, just dumbfounded, smitten staring.

✕ a bit foggy when i awoke this morning, but otherwise i’m feeling as lovely as ever. and you, little huntress? are you missing your home at all? do call me laurentina, by the way. there’s no need for this code name business. 〞 ⠀

[The vulpo giggled, as Typhone squeezed harder and harder. The orbs pressed against her back, making it a little difficult to focus.] Yeah, it really is pretty seeing the world on high like this! It's so small, and yet, I feel so connected ehehe. You're quite warm, y'know~