Yeah. If Tohru didn't kill me, I wouldn't have met you. He still deserves to die, though. [ Credit where credit is due even if the end result is hypocritical anyway.

Perhaps paradoxically, Natsuno pulls that sharpness closer—there's something alluring about it, even more so knowing the motivation behind it's existence. He's always been attracted to danger, and that apparently carries even when it's not directed at him. But the softness that follows is just as welcome, even if the reasons are different. Dualities often work this way, his evolving sense of taste just one recent example—salty and sweet, spicy and sweet, there's as much honey in his meals, actions and words nowadays.

The kisses he returns are heavy and warm, pulling up his lips into a keen smile. That'll have to do in response for now, there's still a lot of discovery to be had when it comes to walking this new path they've started on together. Clumsily, he slips in a sprinkling of words as insurance at the end just in case—"I know, I won't forget either." ]

Mhmm, in whatever way I need to. With these [ Bristling his wings around them for emphasis. ] I don't need to worry about growing taller.