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Hanhwa glances over the picture book on the table. The picture shows a little girl with her arms spread wide on each of her sides. He’s told that he’s learning more if he acts on it and thus why he’s trying to mimic what the girl in the picture book is doing. Hanhwa unsteadily raised his arms up, spread it to his sides just like the girl did. He doesn’t know why the other--his real, biological father had agreed on doing this with him. “Am I doing this correctly?” he mutters to himself, tilting his head to the side in a small quirk whenever he’s confused.
Once he has confirmed that he is indeed doing it correctly, he looks up to God's eyes. There isn’t any expectation or glimmer reflected on his eyes. He doubted that the other would actually hug him. He had never once had physical contact in this form before, he’s not sure the benefit of this either but he still has his arms wide open for the other, head tilting as he waits for his father to complete just like the next picture. A hug, it’s what it’s called, Hanhwa never experienced that before.
random muse encounters // closed!
