[Lost in his own thoughts, Stolas wasn't aware of the little noises he was making. It wasn't until he felt movement beside him that broke him from his trance. The pleasant heat of the still drowsy imp warmed the owl's belly as he snuggled into his plums. A soft smile stretched across he beak as he stared down at Blitzø's face poking under his journal like a cat begging for attention. What a way to start the day.
Looks like there would be no more writing this morning and he sets his journal an quill on the nightstand. Wordlessly, Stolas reached down to give the imp's head gentle strokes again lost in his thoughts. This was something he couldn't lose. The time here spent with Blitzø, the issues they worked through, the love they shared... Well, at least he safely assumes, since he's the only one what has strung together those three little words.]
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Looks like there would be no more writing this morning and he sets his journal an quill on the nightstand. Wordlessly, Stolas reached down to give the imp's head gentle strokes again lost in his thoughts. This was something he couldn't lose. The time here spent with Blitzø, the issues they worked through, the love they shared...
Well, at least he safely assumes, since he's the only one what has strung together those three little words.]Good morning Darling. Sorry, did I wake you?