YAELOKRE

"I.. love you." 3

795 words

When he was finished drawing out your measurements he smiled when he was satisfied, staring down at the marks, imagining how adorable you would look.

"I'm excited to see this on you, honestly." Kingsley comments, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips once more as he begins to cut out the shape of the mask with the leather, humming peacefully.

Once it was cut out, he grabbed a thin piece of wire, running it around the edges of the mask. "Can you shape this? Like.. hold on." Kingsley murmurs, not expecting you to hear the jumble of words.

He reaches out, his hands gently pressing the wire and leather against your skin to shape it to your nose, cheekbones and forehead.

As he slowly pulls away the mask, he hums, admiring the outline he now had of your face. Looking at you and back at the mask, his eyes squint as he smiles, the look of genuine admiration was adorable on him.

He reached over into the box, pulling out a small box covered in fabric as he opened it, grabbing a needle and thread. He placed it down, grabbing the fur as he cut out the soft ginger-ish white fabric as he hummed, matching it up to the leather every so often to keep himself in line.

You hadn't even noticed how much time passed, as you watched him make it you got caught up, looking away for a second. Looking out of the window it was suddenly dark.

"Wasn't it like.. thirteen (13:00) like.. five (5) minutes ago?" You question, looking back to the boy who was sewing on the fabric to the leather and wire. "Yeah.. what time is it?" He asks, just as lost as he looks up at you, seeing the utter confusion was endearing to him.

You shrug, not having a watch or clock on you.
"Uhmm.. go find perrine. I think she has a watch." Kingsley says, watching you nod as you stand up and walk away.

"They're so perfect.." Kingsley whispers from under his breath as he lets out a faint whine when your presence no longer graced his room.

As he finished stitching, you returned. "Yeah it was thirteen like.. five hours ago. It's twenty one o' seven." (9:07 pm) You say, Kingsley nods.

"I'm pretty much finished. I just need to add the ears. But I don't have anymore wire. I can finish it tomorrow if you want." Kingsley says, holding it out. He watches you sit back down as he smiled, hoping to be able to spend more time with you.

You take the mask, taking a look at it as you felt the soft yet grainy fur, a smile tugging at your lips. "How should I put it on? Just.. hold it or..?" You question. Fucking dimwit.

Kingsley stares at you blankly, trying to figure out if you're serious or just trying to flirt.
"You.. you hold it up to your face." He says; trying to not laugh as he took it back, holding it up to your face.

Your embarrassed and flushed face made Kingsley chuckle, looking at your expression made his heart melt.

"God you're adorable." He accidentally said out loud as he clasped a hand over his s mouth, his face turning red.

"..what." Is all you could make out of your slowly fogging brain, letting out a whimper of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs, his hand reaching out to gently cup your face, rubbing your cheek like earlier, giving you a sense of calm.

At his sudden comfort, you smile and gently nuzzle into his hand, his finger tips rubbing into your scalp.

"Maybe I'm not sorry.. for saying you're adorable.. cause my god.. you're precious." His words were gentle, in counter of his earlier actions, squealing and giggling every second of his childish life.

Kingsleys eyes trail over you as he quietly hums, his fingers slowly pulling away from your face. "Are you tired?" He questions, smiling at you as he gently grasped the mask, putting it off to the side as he cleaned up.

"Kind of, but I don't have a room here. I may go home for the night." You comment, standing up as you stretch. Hearing his whimper and sudden tense he frowned.

"Uhm.. would it be possible for you to.. stay?" Kingsley asks, a bit flustered. He didn't want you to leave just yet.. at all. He turns to look at you, giving you a hopeful look.

"Where..? The couch?" You ask, no hate lacing your voice, just curiosity. He shook his head almost immediately. "Oh no, you can stay in here with me-" He said, turning red as his mouth ran faster than his head could really comprehend.