[ Gently shifting back and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, hugging him like this while atop him so he can move his face into her shoulder. ]
[ She won't shush him, just gently kiss the side of his head and slide back to help him sit up- this way she can straddle him and have him hug her properly and mourn as he needs. ]
Not go to bed on time or have your meals? Oh, not resting. Only naughty boys don't rest when they ought to. And eating too much birch syrup before having a proper meal.
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Don't hold it back, my darling.
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... thank you.
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Always, beloved.
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... I ought to clean my face before making breakfast, I think.
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I think you look adorable flushed like this, actually.
[ Weak smile. ]
But I would rather you not walk out with puffed up eyes or people may think I was mean to you.
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Aye, I'd prefer there be no such misunderstandings.
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You know, some people actually like that? Having someone be mean to them, that is.
[ Pecking his mouth. It is wet, but it is nice wet. ]
Like calling you a "naughty boy".
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And what sort of transgression would I have to commit to earn such a remark, I wonder?
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[ Pretend-pointed look. ]
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I see. I shall keep that in mind.
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She smiles and steals another kiss, before moving to get off of him and extending a hand- ]
Come along Prince of Birch Syrup. It's time to wash your face and freshen you up. 'tis a lovely day, made lovelier with you in it!