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[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

[he's kneeling, clad in normal attire for once and reveling in the freeness that comes with short sleeves and loose pants. currently he's out in the hall, broom held awkwardly in one hand and a dust pan in the other. pretty boy never had to do chores at home, so when he bends down to awkwardly brush a clump of rose petals from inside his room into the dust pan, most of them miss their target.]

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[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[and this one's fairly normal, although he likes the ringlets so he's keeping them, loose around his face.]

... how about I hold the pan?

[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

[there's an almost sheepish look about him as he offers up the handle.]

Would you?

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[he laughs a little and kisses the top of his head, before crouching down and holding the handle.]

[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

[that makes it tons easier, thanks. soon the petals are all clumped together in the dust pan, and he flashes Sora a grateful smile.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head a little, going to dispose the petals.]

[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

[while Sora's doing that, he'll put the broom away.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[and as soon as he's back, he's wrapping his arms around him.]

[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

[he leans into the embrace, arms around around Sora in return and cheek pressing into his hair.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[he gives a quiet 'mmm' against his chest, face flushed.]

I love you.

[knightofsilver.livejournal.com]

I love you, too.

[he's holding on tightly, fingers rubbing circles down his back.]

So much.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

I'm g--

[he's starting to laugh a little, squirming.]

Th-that tickles...