[It's almost too perfect how well she fits against him, despite everything in both nature and reality screaming against it. It's like they were made for each other despite being two pieces from completely different puzzles, and despite having felt her touch many times over at this point, her softness never ceases to cause the fur on the back of his neck to rise. He's almost loath to move too much lest he disturb her, so small and curled up against his chest. Once she's still, he curves his arm in a bit closer to himself so he's holding her halfway, letting his muzzle settle somewhere between her ears. He can feel them tickling the sides of his cheeks, but he doesn't mind it at all.]
If you're sure...
[Ah, his poor heart. It feels like it's going to explode right out of his chest at any moment.]
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If you're sure...
[Ah, his poor heart. It feels like it's going to explode right out of his chest at any moment.]
Go to sleep, Haru-chan.