( he gives a shaky laugh- shaky but heartfelt, and if he had hair he'd be running his hand through it right now, floored. even now he mimics the action, the other hand on his hip as if bracing himself. even as mizuki rambles onto sillier things, he can't help it.
mizuki may note his eyes are a fuschia color now, and that's his only warning before he's scooped up into a strong hug- despite how cold the shadow's 'body' is, its still warm. )
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mizuki may note his eyes are a fuschia color now, and that's his only warning before he's scooped up into a strong hug- despite how cold the shadow's 'body' is, its still warm. )
I'll wear it with pride, then.