[ @tongowheel filed a report. 1. a hug with a forehead kiss / 15. a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug / da husbands.... [kills you kills you kills you kills you kills you]
1. odo’s listening, of course he is; even with these miserable little impressions for ears, yes, he can hear every single word quark has to say, and at length, too. it’s a rant, or something like one: some deal’s gotten tangled, botched at every turn -- nothing below line, of course (quark knows far better than that, even now) -- and odo tracks him as he paces, arms ever in a knot, harrumping dutifully at all of the right moments, but then...
“ all right. what’s the face for? ”
the one he’s wearing (a little amused, that’s true.) odo rises from the barstool at which he’d been stationed, and loops his arms through the inviting little windows quark has created with his hands on his hips. quark scoffs, demanding, “ is that all you have to say about this? odo! ” but odo no longer has ears for quark’s misfortunes, and lands a little kiss between his charming, furrowed eyes. “ no, ” he replies to quark’s reluctant grunt, “ but that’s mostly it. ”
15. quark’s at the till just as always when odo’s presence begins to weigh on him like warm sunlight from a newly-opened window -- this changeling likes to lean, and soon his chin’s perched atop quark’s knobbly head, long arms bound around his middle and pulling close. “ hm? ” says quark, counting cash, and odo smiles, “ nothing, ” comes the rumble, leaning heavier. he shifts to press his nose into quark’s shoulder and it makes quark laugh, “ hey. watch the lobes. what d’you want, anyway? ” but odo’s only answer is to squeeze him tighter, swaying left, swaying right. “ told you already, ” he says at length, soft as a moth. “ just want to say i love you. ”
