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Focalor can be a bit possessive toward Forneus much to his liking. After since the regeneration happen and all. He began to ask every little bits where the blond had been up to. Forneus felt like his space was being intruded. Do he deserves this? Perhaps he does. Focalor can preach all he want but Forneus would appreciate more if he’s allowed to do things without being interrogated.
“If you don’t believe me, you can even ask phoenix to vouch me out that I was by at the courtyard playing with the children.”
The brunette eyes roll dully at his answer. His fingers woven down as he jot onto the flimsy paper. He wrote that down. All their exchanged conversation are now documented inside a small diary. Focalor seem to make sure Forneus see and know he does it. It was as if telling the blond to acknowledge that Forneus was Focalor belonging. “what else happens today?” his eyes unmoving, still trapped on the page he inked. “what else you say…” clearly this behavior is unhealthy one could say but Forneus don’t know how to break it up. It’ll end up terribly if he do.
Trying to moved on with this topics Forneus decided to snuggle into the instructor bosom. It caught him off surprise by the action. Still he took it surprisingly well. Focalor placed down his writing tools, cradling Forneus with his both hands. He was quick in returning this loving gesture. “this is unfair” Focalor mouthed. The brunette is very needy in terms of touching. It was always him who started anything but if Forneus decided to do it then he couldn’t help to melt instantly. Focalor was extremely weak in this part. Forneus know this.
The two found themselves flopped down over to the bed. Eyes that was matching each other gaze decreasingly close as they slowly getting sleepy. At least Focalor wouldn’t need to be worry if Forneus slept in his arms.
Focalor had more humanity to him. It wasn’t just him, there’s others who seem to held regards to that side of theirs. Forneus wondered why they still keep it when they knew what they are. Are they resisting it? No that wouldn’t be it. He wouldn’t understand. Forneus view on that matter is different. Maybe Focalor being more attached to it make him who he is. There’s part that make Focalor endearing but also annoying.
“Focalor…”
“….”
The blond continue to nudged him. The grips he hold over his tiny waist is suffocating him a bit. “I’ll be away for only two days.” A grunting whining were replied, he mushed over his brown hair all over Forneus shoulder. Oh he’s acting like a spoiled child now. “ Then I’ll ask Solomon for a change of grouping..” as he proposed that Focalor shook his head in disagree. “that would be unfair for the others, we shouldn’t be playing favoritism.” Forneus smiled a bit. Despite his whining he still being the instructor. He gently ruffled the matted hair buried over his shoulder.
“then do you want a good bye kisses?”
Focalor was quiet at that. Maybe Forneus had chosen a poor use of words but still it fit to the situation. “I want you to welcome me with kisses.” To which Focalor said in return. He revealed the blond his face, a face that was stained with tears. Forneus felt like chuckling at him. His fingers carefully plucking away the watery hair covering Focalor face, cleaning one by one the tears that still stuck. Focalor sat there still with his grip on over to Forneus.
“as long as you stay like a good boy, I’ll reward you.”