[ hythlodaeus, as always, laughs, the sound light and soft. ]
I was perhaps only taking a page out of your book.
[ hades pretends not to enjoy things all the time! professionally, one might even argue. ]
.. but you are right.
[ he enjoys it. he loves it. for all he may play at the preening peacock, hythlodaeus is incredibly humble, and it is really only from hades and azem that he ever craves attentions. they mean more to him than the entire world, and meaning something to them, meaning something to hades, is the warmest, sweetest feeling in the world. even that simple little kiss to the back of his neck earns a pleasant shiver. ]
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I was perhaps only taking a page out of your book.
[ hades pretends not to enjoy things all the time! professionally, one might even argue. ]
.. but you are right.
[ he enjoys it. he loves it. for all he may play at the preening peacock, hythlodaeus is incredibly humble, and it is really only from hades and azem that he ever craves attentions. they mean more to him than the entire world, and meaning something to them, meaning something to hades, is the warmest, sweetest feeling in the world. even that simple little kiss to the back of his neck earns a pleasant shiver. ]