lxhote:

                        “—It’s Old Spice Wolfthorn ©.”

            He grins and leans over to press a kiss to Seth’s forehead, leaning away once he was done.

                               ”What, you stealing my shampoo now?”
               He doesn’t mind, really, but he would like to know.

                  _{Everything that is new or uncommon raises a pleasure in the imagination, because it fills the soul with an agreeable surprise, gratifies its curiosity, and gives it an idea of which it was not before possessed. Despite the notion that Seth was not too particularly keen on public displays of affection, his cheeks began to fill with a very becoming sort of pink color–a warm hue–in direct response.}

                  _{There is an organic affinity between joyousness and tenderness, and their companionship in the saintly life need in no way occasion surprise.}

                                                        <sub>❝ —— … W-Well. ❞
                                                  ❝ It smells real strong.❞

                                                   ❝Almost like cologne.❞
                                                ❝And —- I’m not stealing it.❞

                                                                    ❝…❞
                                                                  ❝But.❞

                                                 ❝I had to use your shower.❞</sub>