❝ɴɪᴄᴏᴛɪɴᴇ.❞

    [ ♞ ]     Gilbert is more than willing to give his chain attention. He’s doing that right now, actually. A small jolt at the sudden flap of large wings, his hand moving to brush black feathers from the chain’s hair. Lips soon moved to press to the elder’s own; the taste of nicotine & coffee invading his senses, a texture he was all too familiar with from his own habits by now. Yes, he is; his hair is very soft.

[ ♞ ]     No, he isn’t lying, you were pouting about missing him & he saw you. He’s not going to tease you, so just relax. A quiet chuckle came forth, thin lips now moving to press to his lovers temple as calloused digits continued to play with stray strands of Raven’s hair. Life isn’t fair.

[ ♞ ]     No, he still heard it. He could see you pouting, too. The chirp was met with a quiet hum, calloused fingers brushing through soft locks as pale tiers now moved to press to his chain’s cheek. 

[ ♞ ]     No, no; he heard everything. & He’s going to press a chaste kiss to messy bangs.

[ ♞ ]     Was his chain missing him, perhaps?

   [ ♞ ]     “Halloween is just an excuse for kids to run around & terrorize people on a sugar-high.”

dID SOMEONE ON MY DASH ACTUALLY MENTION MARCH HARE?

 [ ♞ ]     Gilbert hummed in response, his hand patting his chain’s crown softly now.