[ He's sure that was a wish of his, once. Mikazuki has a hard time taking for himself, imagining imparting anything like happiness to someone else. But there's a fondness to this, being pressed into someone's arms. He feels it, even through the years and years of violence, the unkind end he met.
So just a little, he lets himself lean into it, chin tilted and eyes closed. ]
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[ He's sure that was a wish of his, once. Mikazuki has a hard time taking for himself, imagining imparting anything like happiness to someone else. But there's a fondness to this, being pressed into someone's arms. He feels it, even through the years and years of violence, the unkind end he met.
So just a little, he lets himself lean into it, chin tilted and eyes closed. ]