IF YOU’RE EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO YOUR MUSE AND PHYSICALLY HURT WHEN THEY HURT CLAP YOUR HANDS
I want to kiss you.
Not a peck.
Not a gentle one.
A deep and passionate one to show you how much I care and love you.
I want to hug you.
Not a gentle squeeze.
I want to envelop you in a meaningful and loving hug.
Hm, have you been doing well?
Ah, fairly. It’s been a little… tiresome, but I guess I can’t complain about anything solid. How about you? Anything happen while I was gone?
Baby. Come on. I… have been busy? /Closes her eyes as if ready for impact/
I— I— /She clears her throat, glancing around/ Oh look, is that a pterodactyl? Yup, yes it is, how amazing!
…. /Mrs Weasley voice/ Where HAVE— you BEEN???
/nudges gently/ Aye gurl, ‘course you can. Call me, yeah?
You… have the best ideas, I like you even more now. But let’s do the latter, I think the beach is a little cold. And I prefer my meat without sand, but that’s a personal taste.
I DIIIIID because you are, absolutely adorable, it makes me want to squish you, ugh.
do you still love me knowing I can’t dance?
Well, I think you’re more than adorable, so I’m quite positive the answer is yes.