"Mmm, very warm. It's hot in here. Feels good though." he explained, and honestly, he could be guided anywhere easy enough. He moved as Klaus moved them, and followed him along. He couldn't tell that the other was worried at all, so good job you.
He was a nuzzler anyhow. A snuggly person if allowed, though it was next to never allowed. Or at least not something he could get away with. Not in this house hold growing up. When ever he was sick or hurt he wanted to be around someone else, but Dad called it weakness. Now he was just touch starved, especially after 12 years being a ghost.
"What's wrong with huge pupils?" He commented, and seemed to smile when called sweetness. Aww cute. "Nothing is up." He then paused, looking up, then frowned. "Oh, there are some balloons trapped up there. Does that count?" And plop, he was seated.
Seated and no longer moving, he leaned back a bit and frowned. "Just fine. And warm. Oh and I want to dance. Why are we sitting? Mmm, everything tingles." he said, pulling Klaus' hand to his cheek again so he could nuzzle into it once more. Holding it there. "What's wrong, Klaus? Dance with me."
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He was a nuzzler anyhow. A snuggly person if allowed, though it was next to never allowed. Or at least not something he could get away with. Not in this house hold growing up. When ever he was sick or hurt he wanted to be around someone else, but Dad called it weakness. Now he was just touch starved, especially after 12 years being a ghost.
"What's wrong with huge pupils?" He commented, and seemed to smile when called sweetness. Aww cute. "Nothing is up." He then paused, looking up, then frowned. "Oh, there are some balloons trapped up there. Does that count?" And plop, he was seated.
Seated and no longer moving, he leaned back a bit and frowned. "Just fine. And warm. Oh and I want to dance. Why are we sitting? Mmm, everything tingles." he said, pulling Klaus' hand to his cheek again so he could nuzzle into it once more. Holding it there. "What's wrong, Klaus? Dance with me."