[ Thoma is busy watching the owl interact with the firebird in the tree and doesn’t even realize that Diluc is running through a whole plan of action in his head. So, when the other man leans over and awkwardly, but sweetly, kisses the side of his head, Thoma’s eyes go wide for a second, a hint of color jumping up to his cheeks. He is surprised, sure, but he is also pleased. He warms all over again, from that simple point of contact all the way down to his boots.
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Oh, he could get used to that. ]
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