[ He didn't think this through. He never thinks anything through (untrue) when it counts (true) and now he can see the pink of Caduceus's long eyelashes and the faint fur on his cheeks where it blends into rosy scruff over a jaw, all of him very close, right there. The air feels charged like it's his turn to make a move but Fjord is rooted to the spot with memorising every last detail, his smile softening as he looks Caduceus over from eyes to mouth and back again. His hands are so hot, one held and the other hooked on an arm, and the infusion of feeling a sudden(?) attraction amplifies the tingling wherever they touch.
Caduceus shared his blanket, that's all. That's all. ]
You're ... so pink.
[ Pink hair, pink eyes, pink lips ...
It's possibly the stupidest murmur that he could have let slip, but his brain is busy. ]
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Caduceus shared his blanket, that's all. That's all. ]
You're ... so pink.
[ Pink hair, pink eyes, pink lips ...
It's possibly the stupidest murmur that he could have let slip, but his brain is busy. ]