[his laugh is a little wet as he pulls away after the other's words.]
Yeah, they're — pretty shitty drinks, huh!
[but he's smiling despite the obvious dampness on his cheeks (and no, his freckles aren't ruined, thanks), lavender eyes alight with the mirth the dwells inside him at such thoughtful, kind words.]
My freckles are okay, Momo. [he's giggling despite himself, eyes crinkling as his cheeks hurt from smiling] They'll always be okay!
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Yeah, they're — pretty shitty drinks, huh!
[but he's smiling despite the obvious dampness on his cheeks (and no, his freckles aren't ruined, thanks), lavender eyes alight with the mirth the dwells inside him at such thoughtful, kind words.]
My freckles are okay, Momo. [he's giggling despite himself, eyes crinkling as his cheeks hurt from smiling] They'll always be okay!
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