You-- handsome potato.. -he scrunches his nose playfully before making himself comfortable- How's my number one man doing hmm?
Me? A favourite? { `feigns a smitten giggle, his hand coming to cover his lips as a muffled 'oppa' escapes his lips. Though he soon breaks into a fit of genuine laughter, embarrassment at his own actions tinting his cheeks a gentle pink. } Never doing that again... I'm doing good, better now that I have such a cutie clinging to me.














