abusivity :
“You’re lucky,”
A chortle is made from the God, lips twitching again while staying pressed to the seraph’s hand. Gentle gestures are unlike the God but he can’t have his precious toys be hurt by something that isn’t himself. A soft breath is blown against the red patch, hoping to cool the sensation in any attempt. What a clumsy boy Taffy was.
“Suppose I should reward ya’, hm? For being such a good lad.”
Odd, wouldn’t Fumus harm him for spilling his coffee? It was... confusing, but perhaps dealing with another god that required so much attention had softened his own with exhaustion. It would certainly explain a lot, not that he isn’t grateful for the attempts to soothe the burn. ”A reward...? That’s not--..” Necessary. He wanted so badly to say it but he knew better, the same went for not ever mentioning Olive to him,”... Is it alright to sit with you while you work?”










