[that something flutters again as he leans his head back just enough to get a good look at Red Wine. eyes watch him for a moment; he can see the amber speckled in Red Wine's irises, a kizuna effect that he's long since grown accustomed to seeing. it always seems to put a smile on his face to see such a subtle show of their bond, but the fact that it's painted in such a way that he can always see it whenever he looks at the man only makes him appreciate it more.
Dohalim doesn't want to lose Red Wine, either. he doesn't want to forget him, forget what the Food Soul has done for him, or what he's made him feel. can he even deny the bond that had grown between them, and seems to continue to grow, entwining the both of them and pulling them ever closer? no, he can't. but the feelings that followed...
there's an attachment he has for the man that shouldn't be there. but can he keep denying himself such feelings at this point? should he, especially if time could possibly reset? should he deny himself such a thing right before the possibility of it slipping through his fingers? he doesn't know, and it only serves to worry him more.
but the smile is there never the less, soft and adoring]
Have you, now? You've not grown tired of my company, yet?
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Dohalim doesn't want to lose Red Wine, either. he doesn't want to forget him, forget what the Food Soul has done for him, or what he's made him feel. can he even deny the bond that had grown between them, and seems to continue to grow, entwining the both of them and pulling them ever closer? no, he can't. but the feelings that followed...
there's an attachment he has for the man that shouldn't be there. but can he keep denying himself such feelings at this point? should he, especially if time could possibly reset? should he deny himself such a thing right before the possibility of it slipping through his fingers? he doesn't know, and it only serves to worry him more.
but the smile is there never the less, soft and adoring]
Have you, now? You've not grown tired of my company, yet?