“Big toughies need cuddles too.”
“I see you’ve gone to bed… and that I am the bed.”
“Yeah yeah, big strong warrior don’t need snuggles- uh-huh.”
“Well this was my spot and you just happened to be part of it.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your terrifying reputation in tact.”
“… absolute moron, what would you do without me?”
“You know what happens if you tell my secrets to the world.”
“Oh wow, I didn’t know grumpy expressions fed directly into cute.”
“Looks like I’ve got a backlogs of ‘I love you’ reminders to get through.”
“Think you’re gonna get away with this assault of hugs? I think not.”
“Could just admit you’re a sweetheart and get this facade over with.”
“Stoic and stalwart, I don’t need affection. I said ‘need’ not ‘want’. Different words.”
“Let me out of bed. I’ll fight you from the blankets.”
“I’m letting you pat my head for your benefit, not mine.”
“Can’t handle a hug? A tickle? Not at all?”
“Ulterior motives? We can’t do nice things for each other? I don’t blame you I am pretty suspicious.”
“I feel like we should be complaining about something petty while I brush your hair.”
“Diagnosis: you need to be squished.”
“If you’re so tough, get out of my arms lock. No, not a hug, an arms lock.”
“And the face cracked to reveal a hint of a smile. The legends were true!”
“Oh. Didn’t you get the memo? This is my favourite spot.”
“Hair looked a little too neat so
“Being adorable and being fierce and deadly are not mutually exclusive.”
“I’ve heard about sweet to sour, but not sour to sweet.”
