[Mikazuki twines their fingers together, and his other arm goes to loop around Tsurumaru's waist, holding him closer against his side. Warm, in spite of what Tsurumaru can think of himself.
This is likely the best - the only - answer he is going to get, so he smiles when he hears it. It's better than a flippant joke or a pirouette.]
Thank you.
[And he kisses the top of Tsurumaru's head, nuzzling the soft white hair.]
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This is likely the best - the only - answer he is going to get, so he smiles when he hears it. It's better than a flippant joke or a pirouette.]
Thank you.
[And he kisses the top of Tsurumaru's head, nuzzling the soft white hair.]