he does fall silent at that, though. "i like you like this," he says. that would've satisfied any other person who didn't know better, but not shylock. as always, no matter the form, murr is always there to poke at the smoldering flames of his heart, checking if he could kick up another fire by just kicking at the dying embers of his heart.
he hates murr oh so much.
and yet here he is, gingerly returning his embrace by hooking his hand around the other's back. ]
Mm. I know.
[ and he hates how much murr knows that he'll always love him no matter what, too. ]
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he does fall silent at that, though. "i like you like this," he says. that would've satisfied any other person who didn't know better, but not shylock. as always, no matter the form, murr is always there to poke at the smoldering flames of his heart, checking if he could kick up another fire by just kicking at the dying embers of his heart.
he hates murr oh so much.
and yet here he is, gingerly returning his embrace by hooking his hand around the other's back. ]
Mm. I know.
[ and he hates how much murr knows that he'll always love him no matter what, too. ]