"I'm the hero of this story!"

Chuckling softly to himself at the small grumble which Grimm gave at his hair being ruffled, the man did this for but a few moments longer before lightly combing his fingers through the strands, smoothing them back out a little. And while somewhat expecting the other to simply glance over his words, a small hum was given toward the reply he received. Simply watching his own fingers and their movements for a few moments with a slightly absentminded gaze, it took a moment for him to notice the other looking up at him, gaining a slightly curious expression once he’d done so. While not aware of just what was going through the younger male’s mind… it was likely he would’ve been appreciative of those thoughts had he known of them. At this point however, it didn’t seem the past was likely to repeat itself… As even while still being prone to his difficult moments, Cinderella was honestly content with how things were presently.

As the time ticked by the older man eventually caught on to the younger one’s stare, although… Noticing where it had drifted was something he didn’t catch until spotting the red which washed over the other’s face. Holding a chuckle in behind a smile, Cinderella once again ran his fingers through Grimm’s hair, tucking a few strands behind the boy’s ear as the other went to hug onto his side. “You really are simply too cute at times…” murmuring this a bit softly, he then gave the boy’s cheek a soft rub with his thumb, finally letting that earlier chuckle slip past his lips.

It was the next words the other male said that had Grimm shrink a little, his face heating up against Cinderella’s side a little more. The fact that he laughed didn’t really help things either. However, he said nothing for the moment, trying to even think about what he would say as a comeback or something. “S-stupid...” he murmured, knowing that this little insult would only be taken as a good thing to the other, but that was the only thing out of many that managed to pass through his lips. For a moment, Grimm sat there, wondering how Cinderella would react to being called beautiful.. Handsome would probably be better, though right? Probably in a stupid way, maybe.. Stupid Cinderella.

Shifting a little, his mind brought him to another train of thought... What would he think if he kissed him? Cinderella’s lips looked soft... A memory slipped through his head with this and he swallowed. They were soft... “You know, you have soft lips for a man...” he randomly stated, pressing his lips together with that comment, he was trying to make it seem like an insult, but he knew the way he was acting himself was giving off a whole other story.

While he would have gladly given the author if asked, and could’ve done so when answering beforehand, the man didn’t see much point in giving it if Grimm didn’t raise a question about it. As for his opinion on the book though… Thus-far, he was enjoying it. Giving just a slight hum as he pulled the small male closer, he was still finding the other’s reactions to be rather cute, though he made no comment about this for the moment.

After the other had made himself comfortable, Cinderella brought his hand up, softly petting at the blonde’s hair for a few moments. It wasn’t hard for him to notice the warmth on Grimm’s face, though again he chose not to comment on this… Even though it was a little amusing. Returning his arm to it’s earlier place around the boy’s shoulders, the man was enjoying the warmth which was being offered in this moment. “Well, I do appreciate that…” saying this with just a small hum, he then brought a hand to Grimm’s hair again, ruffling it lightly.

A small grumble moved through Grimm as the other ruffled his hair, but his words were incomprehensible. They didn’t really have much meaning either though, he did hunch down just slightly with the ruffling. “...You’re welcome..” he murmured, taking a moment to look up at the older man beside him with his slightly red cheeks. A few thoughts ran through his head, how pretty was.. How gentle he was with him regardless of the rough patches they had in the past and while a part of him wasn’t sure if the older man would do it again, he still trusted him to stay by his side.

A bit had passed by with him simply staring at Cinderella, his gaze at some point having traveled toward his lips and once he had caught himself doing so, his face heated up once again in a bright red. He turned his head away, swallowing hard as he tried to calm down his racing heart. Surely... He probably noticed didn’t he? Aahh, it was useless hoping he didn’t, wasn’t it? Regardless though, he found himself gently hugging onto the other’s side, burning face and all.

"Like I said, basic things…nothing fancy."He repeated. "You know like eggs or even some form of fresh meat."Red then shrugged lightly. "I just assumed such, since she always brings her own lunch to school. He could tell the boy was being stubborn quite easily and only folded his arms. "It’s either learn or starve…your choice."He then fell silent.

"Well I can teach you some basic things, but that’s about it. Maybe that classmate of yours can teach you more."He suggested and folded his arms. The commentary regarding what he said made him think for a moment. "I guess, the hell if I would know…not like I’ve been keeping up with the times."He retorted.

@smol-grimm

“You’re gonna have to learn how to cook eventually kid, can’t keep eating takeout or it’ll go straight to your hips."He commented. "Not to mention I don’t know if you’ll like the things I make."He muttered

While winter was a pleasant time of year, and sights like the blanket of white powder outside were quite lovely… For now, Cinderella was content to stay indoors, even given the chill which invaded the home thanks to the lack of heating. For a time the older man had simply been settled into his seat, grey gaze moving along the pages of the book which he was reading. However, his eyes moved from the page as he noticed Grimm take a seat beside him, offering the boy a small smile. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” answering simply with the title, his earlier smile slipped away for a moment as a small shiver moved through him.

It seemed the chill was getting to him a bit more than he’d expected… Frowning just slightly with that thought, he slipped a bookmark into the page he was currently on before shutting the book, planning to set it on the small table near by. However, he stopped short of doing this when the younger male wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, blinking a bit as he glanced to the blonde. Noticing the embarrassment which Grimm was expressing, he couldn’t help but give a quiet chuckle. Cinderella then placed the book upon his lap before wrapping an arm around the boy, pulling him just a little closer. “Thank you, Grimm.” saying this a bit softly, he then wrapped the blanket just a bit closer around the both of them.

The title of the book seemed a little familiar to him, but he couldn’t place the author or the story at all and pressed his lips together, deciding not to even question it for now. He had a feeling it was something that was mentioned in English class or something and he’d rather not think about that right now... But if Cinderella liked it, maybe it was good... However, he still kept his gaze away from him with the embarrassed look on his face which only worsened as he was pulled closer to the other man just to have the tightening of the blanket around the two of them pull him a little closer with the flexing of Cinderella’s arm that was around him.

His face was hot, that wasn’t a lie, but he tried to hide it was the draping of his own hair. Grimm swallowed after a moment before allowing himself to get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he was going to get anyway with this situation. “Y-yeah... Don’t mention it,” he muttered as he leaned against him a bit in a slightly stiff manner. He definitely was a little bit more chilly than he was expecting... But the warmth he still held was definitely a welcome to his otherwise cold face. “You seemed cold so... I thought I’d be nice and... Share instead of leavin’ you to be cold...” he mumbled further, having a temptation to hide his face in the other’s shoulder.

Winter had rolled about, outside covered in the white powder, and with this place being a rather old home... Grimm has taken about walking around with a jacket around his shoulders due to the lack of modern heating. To waste time, he simply came over to the seating room, placing his rear on the couch beside’s Cinderella. Green eyes gazed at the book he was holding out of curiosity as he pressed his lips together, catching a few sentences before he flipped the page. “What are you readin’, Cinderella?” he asked, glancing toward the older man’s face just in time to catch a small shiver.

There was a pause, a bit of confusion on his face before he registered it. Was he cold? The blonde would have checked his arms for goosebumps, but of course, what he was wearing blocked him from this. But going with the thought that he might indeed be cold, he shifted a little closer while opening up his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, a nervous little cough slipping him as a pink embarrassment crept onto his features.

INDIE Otogi Grimm || Dictatorial Grimoire

not spoiler free • AU acceptable • mun +18 muse 14  • slightly selective