> GPI: Fondly Regard Creation.

Brief pause!

You chuckle, stopping the assault on his feet only to turn around and attack his neck instead, finger practically dancing across his skin.

Magic word? You don't know the magic word. You continue squirming, wiggling and thrashing under him as you throw out any words that come to mind. "P-please! S-stop! Cease! C-c-cut it outtttt hehehehehe--"

The shriek and his subsequent reaction make you laugh, louder and happier than you have in a while. It isn’t exactly a reaction befitting of any kind of deity, but neither was his, so why should you hold back?

"I’ll get right on that then." You lean in closer, breath ghosting over his neck. You lap at his skin a little before opening your mouth as though to bite down…and then you stop.

Your breath hitches as he laps at you, which is immediately followed by a loud shriek when he tickles you. You did not expect that.

You return the nuzzles, kissing his cheek. “I am, yes. You’re much more tolerable when you’re distracted by kisses.”

You giggle a little, because his nibbling tickles. 

You have to admit, the contact is nice, and since he’s practically your mirror image there’s no awkward bending down or craning up. Just you snaking your arm round his back and pulling him flush against you, hand moving from his jaw to rest on his neck.

You're disappointed when he pulls away, but then you remember how nice it is to breathe. You almost forgot that that's something you have to do in this form.

You let him in with a little mumble, keeping your tongue back while he explores, committing every detail to memory. Eventually, you move, tangling your tongue with his and running your hands up his sides.

You hum contentedly as his tongue enters your mouth, and you press up closer to him. There are no lotus petals in your way, and that seems worth the loss of a set of arms. There is a balance, you think, to everything. 

You smile back, just a little, and use his hand to tug him closer. 

You send your third crane up to join his, and watch them flutter about for a moment. It’s soothing, in its own way. It’s also probably the closest you’ll ever get to fondly regarding an object.

"Oh, th-thank you." 

Nodding, you finish off your second crane and blow on it, watching it flit into the air. Are you abusing your power as a god a little? Yes. Do you give a damn?

You nod. You know everything. Of course, this human brain can't contain all of your infinite knowledge, but you're reasonably certain you remember how to fold a paper crane.

You raise an eyebrow, then shrug. “Not too long. I’m not surprised you got distracted, anyway. To be honest, if you had shown up on time I might have thought you an imposter.”

You wonder to yourself how many kisses you had started with. However many it was, you're one down. That's unfortunate.