[The Food Soul's expression softens. He moves, carefully closing the violin case and setting it aside before shifting himself up against the other man's side and pushing him down onto the bed so he can drape comfortably across him.
For a moment he just looks at his own hand resting on Dohalim's chest, as if admiring the contrast in the colours of their skin, then he huffs out a soft sigh.]
She was... bold. Fiery. No one could ever tell her not to do something, because she'd only want to do it all the more. Stubborn. She would put herself in danger for anyone and not think twice about it.
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[The Food Soul's expression softens. He moves, carefully closing the violin case and setting it aside before shifting himself up against the other man's side and pushing him down onto the bed so he can drape comfortably across him.
For a moment he just looks at his own hand resting on Dohalim's chest, as if admiring the contrast in the colours of their skin, then he huffs out a soft sigh.]
She was... bold. Fiery. No one could ever tell her not to do something, because she'd only want to do it all the more. Stubborn. She would put herself in danger for anyone and not think twice about it.