[ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] with umbral
[ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel
Damp curls sit firmly making up the mop on top of Saturn's head as he gets himself ready for his classes of the day. His thick sweater is about half way over him when he hears the familiar stomping of boots and click of the room door.
"Saaaatuuuurn~" Umbral hums out, dropping his things by the door in favor of grabbing an empty arm sleeve and spinning his roommate around, into an embrace. "I've had such a loooong night. I need roomie hugs stat!!"
The other tries to keep his footing, but any slight failures of his balance just run him into the boney frame he has come to find comfort in. "I'm trying to get ready," is what he says, but both know he doesn't really mind. His sleeved arm easily wraps itself around Damien's back, with his more trapped hand finding a way to hang on to a clothed in black arm.
"It's okay, everyone knows I take priority," the taller grins as he nuzzles his face into the nest of Saturn's head. Immediately the grin grows wider. "Ohhh Sam. There's no way I can let you go now. You smell waaay too good. Is that my shampoo?" He asks, as if he didn't notice immediately.
Caught. Totally caught. He is more than thankful the shy embarrassment on his face is pressed into Umbral's chest.
"I, ah.. ran out of mine. It does smell pretty good."
"Well, you're in trouble now." Umbral coaxes Saturn's head up by his chin, grin having never left its place.
"Am I?" The light burning of red on his cheeks only solidifies the raven's next move.
"Oh yeah. You're gonna be late for class!" He reveals, while tugging his beloved roommate into his bed for a cuddle.