mandate-of-hell

Coats arms around neck from behind, embracing her lithe form tightly. Disheveled features buried their way into a feminine nape, a huff of a sigh releasing from his lungs. "..Morning.."

strawberrysakura

     Appendages lift to curl around the others robust frame, a meek smile gracing twin-folds, indolent semblance draining to content. "Morning, and happy birthday.~" 

mandate-of-hell

Lax features twisted with perplexion resulting from an ill-memory. His birthday..? Was it that time again already? Lids opened then closed, head coming to rise if only to meet with bright emerald optics. “.. Thanks.” His voice, cool and withdrawn, complete opposite to his body as it curled itself around her own.