[Lorenz laughs, like, how could he not be charmed? Especially in the wake of this affection that he's so weak to - obviously, it's Wriothesley's fault.
He lifts his head to put his chin on the other's shoulder, kissing neck - chastely, for once. Fondly. Still carding fingers through his hair.]
Not a single soul could blame me. Indeed, you are entirely to blame.
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He lifts his head to put his chin on the other's shoulder, kissing neck - chastely, for once. Fondly. Still carding fingers through his hair.]
Not a single soul could blame me. Indeed, you are entirely to blame.