isaac curls his arms tighter around trich once he can, lips
pressing softly to his little bird’s crown as he lifts him up,
a DEFINITE feat considering that there really isn’t all
that much of a height difference between them. slowly
he heads to his bed, dropping down & carefully placing
trich beside him.he peers at him a bit BASHFULLY –
fingers tangling with trich’s.
❛ i – uh, well, art. that’s all you get to know. ❜
He’s still not used to being picked up,
and if it were anyone other than his
Isaac, Trich would be scrambling to
get away and stand on his own. But,
it’s exactly Isaac that’s holding him,
so Trich just lets him, looking at the
boy next to him with pure love, eyes
sparkling with intrigue.