Gwyndolin falls back onto his bed, catching Shiro and allowing them both to fall into plush sheets. “I am gladdened. For a moment I was worried that I had been forgotten.” They tuck a strand of hair behind Shiro’s ear, smiling brightly before pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

I’m pretty sure I forgot people but trust me I love you all!!!!!

“You know what I realized…” The oni asked as he sat on the floor of the living room. Brows together as he was trying to focus stringing together his next sentence in the exact way it had come to him. His speech may have been a little slurred; notably so but he still rather easy to understand -  “If cursive had a sound…it would sound a little sOmeThiNg liKe tHis.” - if what he had said made any sense in the first place and he wasn’t pitching his voice like an elderly having a mild stroke.

Someone just so happened to witness Shiro nearly walk into a marble pillar. Someone just so happened to also be laughing his ass off.  “Pffft—and here he is: the graceful assassin. Killer of the ages! Thou shouldst refrain from staring when walking, Shiro.”

@whiteliily destroyed that ❤

“In my car? Planning on making a mess you don’t want to clean up? Mm, sure. I don’t mind.” He laughed softly and gently loped his hand around Theo’s waist.

   Her eyes widen slightly and her face flushed a light pick from shock. She certainly wasn’t expecting that! Did he really just ask her if she had a hickey? Looking at her arm where her bruise was and disappointingly shook her head. “O-Of course not! This was from judo practice. ”