May 2, 2025
"fuck you, you think I'm getting any uglier"
Your hands fall on his cheeks.
"You know that's not true, right?" you chuckle, trying to lighten the mood a bit, but he crooks his eyebrow
"Don't play tha' shit with me, Sweetness. I'm pretty aware of my look."
Your hands creep upwards, to the sparse blond hair, tangled in clumps between your fingers.
"Maybe, fair point" you back off a bit, picking pieces of glass from his rare hair. "And anyway, I like your appearance, you know. You're pretty for me in your special way"
You leave a quick kisses to both of his bulging eyelids as your hands caress his scarred temples.
Franco stays silent for a moment, falling into your mothering touch
"ya tastes are highly questionable, I hope ya know that."