" Yeah ? Don't tell me I shouldn't have waited. I wanted ta' have breakfast with ya. "
He grinned playfully, kissing Sunday's nose.
" 'Tis a plan then ! Shall we ? "
A small grin, followed by a kiss to the other's cheek. " Yer up early. Did ya sleep well ? "
" Fair enough. " he kissed Sunday's temple, holding him impossibly closer. Squeezing a little, even. He refused to let go.
" Not yet. Was waitin' on ya t'wake up. "
He held his partner tightly, as if afraid that Sunday would disappear into thin air.
" We should go grab a bite n' some coffee together, don't ya think ? "
" A bikini ? Really now ? " π§
Guess he's stuck in it for now. Praying to the other Aeons that Sunday doesn't see him like this ...
Wraps his arms around @flewclosetothesun.bsky.social from behind. Chin resting on his boyfriend's shoulder. " G'morning, birdie. "
" Am made o' metal. I think yer only gonna hurt yer hand if ya hit me. Best not try it. "
He would feel bad if Sunday hurt his hand on Boothill's metallic torso. Which was also not very nice for cuddles, but he'd cuddle his boyfriend anyway.
