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[peacetalks]

"Pray speak your piece, and I shall return it anon."

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[menphina]

[ 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. ]

Always, beloved.

[peacetalks]

[he holds her close, quiet for a bit, until eventually he nudges her cheek with his nose]

... I ought to clean my face before making breakfast, I think.

[menphina]

[ Gently wiping his cheeks with her thumbs, and moving his face before her to kiss under his eyes. ]

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.

[peacetalks]

[chuckles wetly]

Aye, I'd prefer there be no such misunderstandings.

[menphina]

[ He's so precious she feels like melting. Why is he so cute. How does she fall in love even more every single time. ]

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".

[peacetalks]

[smiles into the kiss]

And what sort of transgression would I have to commit to earn such a remark, I wonder?

[menphina]

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.


[ Pretend-pointed look. ]

[peacetalks]

[clears his throat]

I see. I shall keep that in mind.

[menphina]

[ Darling.

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!