╔═════════▣◎▣═════════╗ He⠀who⠀defied⠀death.⠀ ╚═════════▣◎▣═════════╝

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“Don’t rile me up like that! It’s been too long…~” She chuckled

She stopped, putting the spoon down and looked up to who was talking to her from where she was seated. “Hm? It’s called pudding…”

“Baaaabe..~” She groaned, becoming almost slack in his hold as she tilted her head back.

Neither is she, but she gets it. New things, new foods, potential language barriers and translations…it’s a lot. “Here…” She slid the plate and spoon over to him.

“Mm..I could use some moonlight tonight…good for the mind~” She nuzzled her cheek against his.

“Atomic…don’t start~” Her tail wagged uncontrollably, he knows what saying that does to the woman.

Luma folded her arms on the table, eyeing him, but not with ill intent. “You can have the rest..”

“I can get another, no worries.” She nodded to him

“And I’d be your number one fan…~” A blush darkened on her cheeks, grinning mischievously. “I’d do anything for a /private/ show…~”

“Ohh..? And what’s that word, huh?~” She moved in closer, wrapping her arms and tail around him. “What’s the magic word, husband?~”

She couldn’t help but to smile, a soft chuckle leaving her. “And who may you be..?”

“Mmhhh…~” Her eyes glowed a soft pink, staring down at him. Uh oh.

“Hmm?” She was in the middle of putting her hair up, looking back over her shoulder with a calm gaze.

Making breakfast…

She looks at him over her shoulder. “Morning, love…” Lu had a calm smile on her face, turning her attention back to what she was making.

“Ah…let them sleep a little bit longer, breakfast will take a little bit…”