[There's a deep exhale as he slowly comes down from his high. Wriothesley reaches out, palm gently brushing against Pinocchio's cheek before he carefully runs fingers through the smaller man's hair.
Being a people pleaser himself, Wriothesley doesn't think too much about Pinocchio's need to please or he might have been more cautious about what's to come. At the moment though, contentment burns in his veins and he gives the other an affectionate smile.]
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Being a people pleaser himself, Wriothesley doesn't think too much about Pinocchio's need to please or he might have been more cautious about what's to come. At the moment though, contentment burns in his veins and he gives the other an affectionate smile.]
You did good, sunshine.