@moriartful
The MOMENT he’d realised just WHO she was, his eyes had lit up. Oh, it’s perfect. In a way not even HE could ever infer. Naturally, he’s taken personal space off of the table, circling around inches behind her, breathing her in. She’s delightful in every sense of the word, his perfect counter part, and he’s grinning as he steps back round in front of her. He plants his feet either side of her own so that he can stand RIGHT in her space, inhaling the air around her as his head rolls from side to side, encouraging her to mimic him. He can almost taste her. It’s perfect. “Hel-lo. Is it my birthday?”












