"Hold me I'm cold... Oh god you are VERY close is that my heart or freaking sonic in my chest"
"I'm cold," the small brunet whispers.
Trickster watches him through the bars of his cell.
"Trickster-sama?"
"Hm?"
"Can I hold your hand?"
Trickster's hand folds around Senbu's smaller, daintier one.
"I love you, Trickster-sama. I'm cold, Trickster-sama. Warm me up, Trickster-sama."
Trickster pulls Senbu close to the bars, maneuvering his arms through to hug him as best he can.
"Thank you, Trickster-sama."
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
Acakyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
