[baein's lips part at the forceful words, and he swallows around something warm settling in his chest. he loves daeshim more than he can fathom. he wets his lips and blinks, letting daeshim maneuver him with his arms still full of softly wrapped things. catching the fae's eyes, baein almost tips forward like a moth to the flame of daeshim's orbit as leans his head into his hands, a light, awed smile on his lips. ]
Ah? I'm not that cold, it's all right— [ and then his eyes widen, as if he just realizes. ] Wait, Daeshim. Shouldn't you be resting?
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Ah? I'm not that cold, it's all right— [ and then his eyes widen, as if he just realizes. ] Wait, Daeshim. Shouldn't you be resting?