Mute scoops up Tempus and holds him flush to his chest, shushing the canary with a gentle hum and runs his hand down the birdy's back, with an arm looped under the other's rump he carries the bird round like a small child... and not actually his lovebird... Doesn't stop him from giving the other a gentle kiss to the top of Tempus' head. Do not worry dearie... Mute's here... he seems to have missed the canary
[♪ Without time to react, the bird was swoop from his feet. Letting out a small cheep as he felt himself being lifted off the ground by his whistle friend. ]
[♪ Gawking at the other, Tempus felt a sweet, gentle peck placed on his forehead. His face flushed with brightly yellow glow, the flustered bird quickly covered his face with both of his hands as he is taken cover under Mute’s chin.]
(♩Hehe, how adorable. =) )
















