Saturn rested his chin on the top of the youthâs head with a delighted sound deep within his throat, eyes closing quite quickly. He was more or less just a Skitty, trapped in human form at that moment.
âYouâre really warm.â The young Commander nestled his face into his adopted sonâs hair, holding the tiny boy close. Though he was already planning to begin tickling the boy. All in due time.
Joey snickered. His body may have been warm, but his hands were quite cold. They always were. Unless he was drawing. They got clammy and sweaty when he was drawing for some reason.Â
He slipped his cold hands under Saturnâs shirt and put them full on the commanderâs sides, hoping to make him squeal.Â
Saturn squealed, predictably, in response, eyes widening in pure horror. "What are you doing?! "
The young commander fell off the couch, a look of immense shock scrawled across his youthful face. That was not fair! Not one bit! He took to pouting, large eyes narrowed in a look of agitation.







