[Red Wine hums softly, smiling a little when Dohalim handles him so gently. He doesn't need it - never has - but part of him always responds entirely favourably to gentle treatment. As a Food Soul, someone who is all but indestructible unless enough damage is done (and he can take a lot) delicate touches are... not required, but appreciated none the less.
When they come from someone he has grown so fond of, they are wanted all the more.
He catches hold of that hand with both of his, sliding his thumbs lightly up along Dohalim's palm as he presses the backs of the man's fingers against his lips. Red Wine smiles against the digits, his wine-red eyes looking up from behind thick, dark lashes.]
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When they come from someone he has grown so fond of, they are wanted all the more.
He catches hold of that hand with both of his, sliding his thumbs lightly up along Dohalim's palm as he presses the backs of the man's fingers against his lips. Red Wine smiles against the digits, his wine-red eyes looking up from behind thick, dark lashes.]
Shall we go back inside?