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Kaworu Nagisa. [ affiliated with string of fates ]

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“A pocky game?? Mmm, no I’ve never heard of anything like that!”

Raising an index to tap against her bottom lip pensively, Mileina tried to recall a time when she would have been exposed to such a game, which with her particular background was never. There was only one thing left for her to do then! Rummaging around her back pack, she pulled out a cell phone her dad had purchased just before her induction and typed ‘pocky game’ into the search engine.

“Woooahhh ~ That sounds like a game for lovers! Now wonder it was exciting, I wish I could have played!!” The very though made her giddy with emotion, how awful that she’d missed out on it!

“What was your kiss like Mr Nagisa, was it romantic?? Did you enjoy it??!”

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At the question, Kaworu briefly glanced up to replay the scene in his head. It wasn't hard - the Angel had an extraordinarily precise memory.  

"It was ... nice. Short, but warm. I don't think that he disliked it, either, but ... it's a bit hard to tell. Tieria is puzzling." Oops, did he just let T-chan's name slip? Oh, well ... she probably didn't know him, anyway. He could only hope so, for Tieria's sake.

"I'm sure anyone would love to play with you, though. You seem like a lovely girl."

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one way ticket to sweater town [closed]

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“Not just thought about it.” A low pitched mutter slipped out and was promptly subdued with a brisk clear of his throat. Tieria wasn’t ashamed of his origins [anymore] but the whole motive behind him attending a school like this was to pass as human. He even had an entire fictional background rehearsed, as had most of Celestial Being due to the delicate nature of their former work. “I see, so are you from one of the space colonies?”

Quite a few humans were, though he hadn’t expected to cross any at Tancho aside from his own group. “That explains some things, I guess.” His curiosity on the matter was provoked more than was normal for Tieria, but before he had the chance to ask any more– Kaworu had dissipated into the congregation of people, leaving to finish up his drink alone.

Upon the other’s return, his gaze slipped down to the glitzy cerise pink item being presented. “….”

“Is this really the most appropriate design you could find?” Even he’s wary of donning a sweater with a giant, glittery heart as its centerpiece  “Besides, I don’t recall stating that I needed extra insulation.”

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He couldn't help but snort at Tieria's wording, and after shrugging the hideous sweater on he shot the man an amused look.

"Insulation? You're not an object, Tieria ... you're a person. And anyway, it might get colder. Who knows? As they say, better safe than sorry, right?" And with that, he shoved the bundle of fabric and glitter and god knows what else into the man's arms. Take that.

"Space colonies ... ? Ah, not exactly. It was more of a ... sort of ... a base, I suppose. Not many people to practice socializing with, of course. Are you from space as well, then? You didn't seem as surprised as most people." Perhaps the chocolate had made him chattier, but Kaworu couldn't seem to stop talking. Ah well, at least the other man didn't seem to be getting tired of him.

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“Mhmm yep, just yesterday as a matter of fact. I’ve never been to a proper school before ~ I hear it can be a very dangerous place! For example, you could drink too much at a party and drive your car over the edge of a cliff, or a girl could want to steal your boyfriend and get you arrested and deported!”

Then Mileina remembers she’s not the only person involved in the conversation.

“Have you had any experiences like that here, Mr Nagisa?”

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"In that case, welcome - I hope you enjoy it. Ah, but I suppose we're alike in that respect; I've never been to an actual school, either." He had been to school in another life, of course, but assumed that it didn't really count.

"Hmm. I don't think I've experienced anything quite like that. To be honest, I'e only really gotten to be friends with one other student ... oh! But, we played something called "the pocky game". I'm not sure if that counts, but it was certainly exciting. He was very reluctant to play, so it was a quite a surprise when he offered." 

"Mm, I hope he doesn't mind me telling people about it. Have you ever played it? It's more fun than it seems like it'd be."

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Gosh look at that, new people already! She can barely contain her excitement.

“Hello! I’m Mileina Vashti one of the new junior years, who’re you?”

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What an excitable girl - if she hadn't just told him, Kaworu would've suspected that she'd be younger.

"Kaworu Nagisa, freshman. It's wonderful to meet you, Ms. Vashti."

"Have you only just arrived, then?"

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ptolemaiosgrace started following you

 tieriasnumberonefan started following you

"Hello there."

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one way ticket to sweater town [closed]

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Preoccupied by the task of locating a possible vendor to resolve this situation, Tieria almost missed the oddity of Kaworu’s words, only taking the content into consideration some seconds after pinpointing a stand displaying a hefty assortment of knit wear. Hats, scarves, mittens - all relative to the season and also…jumpers, sporting bright festive designs such as Reindeer or huge snowflakes. If he was any kind of versed in fashion trends, he may have found them to be quite ghastly, but seeing as he dresses like a middle aged librarian it’s safe to assume Tieria had no concept of style.

A slight nudging of shoulders as the other walked closer gently coaxed the male out of his contemplative reverie. The snug proximity wasn’t ideal, but as always it was just one more extra factor to adapt. “It’s fine, I believe I’ve found a solution anyway.” He nods over to the, surprisingly, crowded stand and begins to edge nearer, but not without enquiring about the peculiarity of Kaworu’s statement.

“If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from exactly, Kaworu?.” Where people consider him unique enough to be taking notes.

“I think it’s become quite evident from your behaviour and what little you’ve revealed of your background that you do not come from a conventional human upbringing.”

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It was still cold, but the combination of leeching off of Tieria's body heat and the hot chocolate had worked to make it at least tolerable. The chocolate had rapidly cooled, though, and as he downed the last of it, the other man's question came. It would have come eventually, he knew, but he hadn't really designated much time to coming up with a suitable answer.

"Ah, hmm ... have you ever thought about living in space, Tieria? I apologize if you find it unbelievable or ... unsettling, perhaps, but I have spent most of my life on the moon."

Dancing around the subject didn't seem like it'd have been very productive, and it didn't seem that most other humans had ever even been to space, so implications and subtlety probably would have flown right over their heads. Best to be frank. 

With that out of the way, though, Kaworu's attention drifted to the stand that his companion had been steering him towards. What wonderful items of clothing - they were perfect.

"Ah, I'll give you a moment." And with just that, he slipped away to purchase a particularly warm looking and garish pair of sweaters - he didn't want Tieria to feel ostracized, after all - and returned to offer one to the man.

"Wonderful idea. I thought you might like one as well."

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[ okay, okay, i'm sorry. u__u i've only been threading with fated kun for ... a while ... so uh ...

does anyone else want to have a possibly psychologically scarring experience with kaworu? ' v ' ]

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one way ticket to sweater town [closed]

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“Not exactly, just the first of this standard you could say.” Not that it had ever been his primary choice, coffee tended to be the more advantageous option for fueling his system when it was running on little to no sleep. “Surely it’s not your first time?” A perk of his brow accentuated the question as he side glanced curiously over to Kaworu, whom he still didn’t suspect to be anything other than human, and so assumed it wouldn’t have been his first taste of something as prevalent as cocoa. A little reluctantly, he allows himself to be further guided towards the concentration of activities falling just a mid step behind.

“You should be more responsible about your health.” The small admonishment was sealed with a faint huff, lips pulling into a thin line while he tried to spread his attention across the field of available stands. “If…” akward pause.

“If you do get too cold you can borrow mine.”

“Just temporarily, until a suitable alternative is found!”

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Nodding at the man's question, he took another sip of the warm cocoa before answering.

"It is. I haven't really had much of a chance to do many things that would be considered normal. I don't really mind, though. I'm happy that I'm getting a chance to do things now, and with a friend, rather than alone or surrounded by people taking notes. Heh." Shrugging off the last surprisingly bitter end of his answer, he turned and smiled appreciatively at Tieria and slowed enough to match his pace, effectively walking closer.

"I don't want to make you cold ... I'll be fine. It's a little warmer if I'm a little closer, though; if you don't mind it, this will be enough for me." Sure, space was cold, but it was different out there. There wasn't an atmosphere or natural heat that could be taken for granted like there was on Earth. It was like going your whole life without touching another living being, and when you finally do you can't seem to let go.

Seasons and climate and temperature changes were mysterious and new, but exciting and wonderful at the same time. Being cold seemed like it was just part of the package.

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one way ticket to sweater town [closed]

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Seeing as Kaworu was already well into the purchase, Tieria said nothing, only speaking up against once the boy had returned and bestowed him with the steaming cup to voice his thanks. He Didn’t usually have much of a sweet palette, but the rich, sugary smell of the cocoa was somewhat enticing and the choice of drink appropriately matched the current mood and weather. Not bothering with quite the same ritual as Kaworu was making of it, the cup was raised to his lips, a wave of cool air blown across the surface before taking his first sip.

It was as expected, incredibly sweet - not aided by the fact small marshmallows were swimming around in the dark fluid, but nevertheless pleasant. Far better than the watery, instant slosh they had on board Ptolemy.

“It’s good…” He commented, a hint of surprise marking his discovery. Faintly slurping another few mouthfuls of the drink, his focus soon shifted from his near scolded fingertips towards the other student and his flimsy shirt and bare arms. Just looking at him so barren of appropriate clothing gave him a chill.

“Aren’t you worried about catching cold like that?” Don’t get the wrong idea, he’s not concerned or anything.

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Catching the mild surprise of his companion mid-sip, Kaworu glanced over the lip of his cup at him and paused his drinking.

"Is this also your first taste?" He couldn't have imagined anyone else at the school to have been any kind of similar to himself, but the idea that Tieria hadn't gotten out as much as he had was just a little comforting. Perhaps his socially stunted behavior wouldn't be completely lost on the man.

"Hm ... ? Oh, right. Yes, I suppose I should be, shouldn't I? I left my jacket in my room, though, and it would be terribly tedious to go all the way back to get it. I'm sure I'll be fine if we walk around a little bit." He began inching toward the apparent center of the area, hoping to peek at more stalls and perhaps throw out some idle banter. 

"Perhaps someone will be selling coats, anyway." Maybe, just maybe ... they could buy a token to remember the night by. hideous pink sweaters that shoujo dreams are made of

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“Yes I believe so, though the cause of celebration hasn’t yet been specified to my knowledge.” All he knew was that he’d been mostly avoiding the amassment of people, for obvious reasons, but after what had just transpired there was most likely nothing that could ruffle his composure further.

“Mm.” Giving a small hum and a nod towards Kaworu’s prompting, he adjusted his jacket across his shouldered and began making headway where the crowds progressively got thicker, and noisier. The air was practically saturated with the mixed scents of the various cuisines and beverages on sale; surely they’ll come to an agreement on something.

Eyes scanning across a stand advertising warm cider, the offer held his gaze briefly before recalling that Kaworu was just as minor, and what was Tieria if not a strict rule adherer? No, instead he motioned to a vendor of hot cocoa.

“Would this be suitable for you?”

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There had been a rather poor supply of chocolate on the moon, and as a result Kaworu hadn't really gotten a proper taste of it. Earth was just ... so wonderful. 

"Ah ... you know, I've always wanted to try hot cocoa." It was warmer among the crowds, but the Angel still had to bite back a shiver as he stepped up to stall and glanced back at Tieria. 

"You're getting the same as I am, right ... ?" Obviously, he was taking the initiative and ordering for them, if only in anticipation for the warmth it would be providing. Without waiting for an answer (he assumed the man's answer would confirm his question), he ordered two of the warm drinks and returned to his spot alongside his new friend. The heat from the drinks was almost too pleasant, and Kaworu happily handed one of them off to its rightful owner before gripping his own with both hands, and inhaling the scent wafting off of it.

The taste was even better than the smell, though, and coupled with the heat sent a shiver down Kaworu's spine and a more than content smile across his face. Simply wonderful.

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one way ticket to sweater town [closed]

A beverage to wash down the preceding tastes in his mouth wasn’t a bad suggestion. There were plenty of places on campus that sold refreshments so he didn’t see that sacrificing some of his time in doing so would be much of an inconvenience. It was a little strange how humans at times seemed to drag the act out together - Tieria was the type to just drink when he was thirsty and it took all of 30 seconds. 

“Yes, I think a drink might be just what we both need at this point.”

“Something warm, unless you had any other preferences.”

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"Something warm sounds perfect." It was getting chilly, with the mysterious pocky game-induced heat quickly fading, and without his uniform's coat, the cool air was beginning to prick at Kaworu's skin.

He briefly considered offering his hand to other man before they set out, but thought better of it and simply slid his hands into his pockets. Would the cafeteria be open, or ... hadn't he seen some sort of announcement about a festival? Surely there would be something to drink around there. 

"There's a festival going on, isn't there? There will be warm drinks there, I'm sure." He paused, jerking his head towards another part of the school, presumably where the festivities were being held, and raised his eyebrows.

"Shall we?"

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Well, that was a proposition he’d been far from expecting, and Tieria found himself almost vulnerably caught off guard by it. No one had displayed any interest in kindling a friendship with him so openly before. Even Ptolemy’s crew, as much as he didn’t doubt their attachments had most probably at one point felt it as more of an obligation to be his friend that anything else. This was the first instance where the sentiment came from a completely uninfluenced source.

It was a little bewildering.

“Friends.” He tested the word as if it was the first time he’d ever heard it. The circumstances in which they’d meant were hardly conventional and it would be a lie not to admit that the younger student was a bit too eccentric for his tastes. But at the same time beyond all those unsettling quirks lay an odd sense of…acceptance. Maybe that was just what he needed, maybe not.

Allowing his mouth to fall agape before sealing it shut again, he toyed with the offer a lot longer than would have been expected from any normal person.

“I don’t see why not.”

“But no more sniffing, and no teasing either!” Better set the ground rules before agreeing to these things.

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Relief and ardor mixed at his ... seemingly reluctant agreement and bubbled up through his mouth in the form of a chuckle. Was he being what humans called 'tsundere'?

"No, no. Of course not. I believe I've learned my lesson."

"On that note, however ... would you like to go somewhere else? Perhaps we can get a drink." Especially after the game, a drink sounded like a lovely way to end the pocky shenanigans and to begin their new friendship. Drinks always seemed to make people amicable, anyway.

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“Probably not.” While Tieria hadn’t detested the kiss, he also hadn’t developed a sudden, spontaneous craving for the act either. Human bodies functioned best separate, kept at a safe and comfortable distance; things got confusing and troublesome if they came too close. As far as he was concerned, it was not an activity he was planning to take a great interest in beyond this point. He could only hope that there were no more of these intimate kind of games lurking in the ensuing months which he knew were particularly festive.

Poor soul isn’t aware of the mistletoe tradition yet.

“Unless I have reason to, which I predict to be extremely unlikely.” The only other motive anyone would have to kiss was if bound by a relationship status and well, as it stood Tieria was barely capable of sparking platonic friendships, let alone anything more intense.

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"I see." He couldn't help but feel a twang of disappointment, but as was the case with ... well, the nature of humanity, there seemed to be hope. Kaworu could live with that. While kissing seemed to be nice, he was more interested in the fact that Tieria had seemed to warm up to him, if only a little.

"I've just realized ... I know next to nothing about you, Tieria. Do you think that we could change that?" It very nearly sounded like a pickup line, to be perfectly honest, but it wasn't the Angel's intention. He'd never used a pickup line, and would have no idea how to recognize one if he had been the target; he was simply honest in his intentions and wishes.

"I'd like to get to know you. If you'd be interested, perhaps we could be friends." Friends sounded like a nice start. Kaworu was used to simply taking what he wanted - he had some sort of quirky charm that had either attracted people or repelled them, and he hadn't really needed to work to attain a various number of dynamic relationships with people. It was exciting, though, the thought of making a friend rather than simply getting one.

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The game reached its conclusion a lot faster than Tieria anticipated, then again it was probably supposed to be played that way and not through calculated, averse little bites as he’d been taking. Even the ‘kiss’ itself wasn’t half as uncomfortable as he’d built it up to be in his mind. The gesture had been so swift, that he’d barely registered it at all; a smooth, moist dab before the other pulled back, leaving the prickling sensation of electricity upon his lips. 

Flicking his tongue over his lower lip to soak up the residue icing still coating the skin, he blotted the back of his hand against his mouth, wiping away any remaining trace of strawberry and well…Kaworu that had settled there.

“I suppose it wasn’t as vulgar as I expected…” Then again with some of the embraces he’d seen taking place, which had been invasive to say the least, who could blame his pessimism. Theirs had been a much more…restraint exchange, which he was able to adapt without feeling too flustered though there was a mild burning sensation in his face he seemed unable to fend off.

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The idea, now that the snack had been sufficiently chewed and swallowed, of people playing the game and going right into open mouthed kisses seemed ... a little gross. He hadn't really given it much thought before, but little bits of biscuit and sugar from two different mouth mingling made Kaworu glad that he had kept his own mouth closed. 

Perhaps most humans were like birds, in that they preferred eating pre-chewed food. Licking his lips and shoving that slightly unsettling thought to the back of his mind, Kaworu let another surface, and let it out of his mouth before he had time to think about it.

"Would you do it again?" He certainly would've - although, that might have just been the heat in his head affecting his decision-making. Not that he minded. 

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If you asked him they both looked plenty enough like idiots already; Standing in the midst of their comrades, mouths latched onto each end of a popular Japanese snack, the only element missing now was probably a clown’s habit to complete the farce. Then again, that was perhaps Tieria lacking the lightheartedness required to just relax, and who knows, even enjoy the diversion.

With the gentle expiring of air from Kaworu’s breathing blowing warm across his skin as the other took his own bite of the pocky in turn, Tieria became hesitant to make the next move. It was safe to day that his face had never been quite so close to someone else’s before, and the vicinity wasn’t exactly one he could claim to be ok with.

Still, as he’d been the one to instigate, he continued with a second bite. Already, the flimsy biscuit base was starting to shed tiny crumbs onto his tongue as it threatened to snap. With something this fragile, it really was a miracle that people even arrived atthe kissing part, unless it was all a premeditated goal to get to that point.

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Though he'd gotten the less coated end, they were close enough that Kaworu could taste strawberry flavor melting on his tongue. He could only imagine that Tieria, who had been eating the things for who knows how long, was completely saturated with the flavor ... which was an unnecessary thought given their situation. He probably didn't really need to be thinking about the other man's flavor when the man in question was merely inches from Kaworu's own mouth.

He could tell that Tieria was still uncertain about the entire ordeal, but he took the plunge and finished the rest of the stick between them regardless - not before pausing to grin around his end, of course. He only had to lean in a little bit, and lingered at the other man's mouth for a mere moment.

Kisses were surprisingly warm, and if anyone had asked why his face was tinted pink he would've guessed temperature to be the cause. 

"Well ... that was pleasant."

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“It’s hardly a wish”

He was swift to correct in a disgruntled mutter, a wish would imply that this was something Tieria longed for, when in fact it was just an attempt at conforming with the rest of the students. Ironic, considering he’d always elevated his status as ‘above’ humans, how he had quickly learned that not to be the case. Watching the other take the opposite end of the stick, Tieria inched forward also, closing his mouth around the remaining tip and locking his eyes into the benign gaze facing him.

On his end he didn’t feel even the slightest ounce of a competitive streak stir at the challenge. Who would really get over zealous about winning a game consisting of snapping a confectionery baton between two people before their mouths made contact? So to start them off, he clamped his teeth down on the biscuit taking care not to apply much pressure.

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The stick was delicate, like a chocolate covered bird bone maybe, so Kaworu merely hummed in response to the other man's correction. Whatever his reasons were, he was the who initiated it. It was a little bit precarious, though ... a sudden movement on either end would snap the stick in half and they'd be left standing there like idiots. Still, Kaworu was used to handling delicate things, and as long as Tieria stood still it would be fine.

He would admit, to himself anyway, that he would have much rather snatched the stick out of their mouths and simply gotten the liplocking over with, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Tieria would not have accepted that as readily as he would've. Going with the game, however, he took a bite of the pocky, leaning in close enough to feel the breath from the other man. How exciting~

It wasn't often that he got that close to someone, or that he even wanted to get that close. For some inexplicable reason, though, the thought of Tieria taking his next bite sent the Angel's mind atwitter. He wanted the game to finish without either side running.

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“You didn’t steal anything, I gave them to you.” True, they’d been passed off in the throes of his annoyance, but it was still a willing loss. Gaze declining towards his feet, Kaworu’s words were mutely considered.

He probably did have a surfeit of thoughts to expose, relaying them verbally so that they produced any sense was an obstacle he was currently unable to surpass; A bit like a bulky influx of raw data with no computer to process it with.

Tieria is just one big bundle of confused. On one spectrum he wanted to isolate himself from the origins of his discomfort and on the other, almost desperately sought to fit in…somewhere, like he had during his time in CB. Information of that nature however, would literally need to be wrenched out of him.

“I have nothing further to add.” But the proposal of peace was sealed by pinching the tip of the pocky between his fingers and holding it in the center of them.

pretend that’s pocky

“Shall we then?”

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Was he proposing ... that they play the game? What a confusing man Tieria was turning out to be. While Kaworu was a little disappointed that he had declined further conversation, he couldn't help but smile and nod, delighted at the offer.

"If that is what you wish, I certainly won't refuse." It was lucky that Tieria wasn't much taller than Kaworu ... it would have been awkward to stand on his toes in order to reach the pocky comfortably. As it stood, though, they were nearly the same height, and Kaworu raised his end of the stick to his mouth while being able to look the other man in the face.

Had it been anyone but the Angel, the look might have been something defiant and proud, a challenge, but his expression was far too soft for it to be anything but quietly content. As the case usually seemed to be with him, he thoroughly enjoyed the situation.