💋 but it’s from sesame.
If sleep was a rare bird, then it was perpetually migrating to places elusive to the likes of them.
During a routine sojourn to Herta Space Station, one of Stelle's trips into the labs had discovered that several of the catcakes she'd made months ago had made a consensus that they wished to board the Astral Express as Nameless. While there had been some deliberation, no one had really dissented, and Dan Heng had been fine with it. All the more to huddle when he decided to assume his draconic form and--
A bleary eye cracked open when their little stowaway--Sesame Cake--butted his little nose against Dan Heng's, a soft smile spanning his seraphic features. He couldn't help but be reminded by a certain someone with his antics, but... at least it hadn't been trying to murder him. Elusive, prideful, but clingy when Dan Heng so much as left the room. Lifting his arm, Sesame mewled satisfyingly and wedged close to the Vidyadhara, chirping again like an order to cuddle closer.
Alright, he could do that. Sesame was warm and soft, anyways--
