*He kisses Edward softly, trying to pull all his 300 years of experience of kissing that man over and over...but in his stupor, it probably was pretty hazy.
Hell, it was almost a definite thing that he won't remember. But...
His mind was floundering for some sort of warmth and contact. He needed something...someone. He was scared, alone...and...
Alfons won't even remember. :3
Hell, it was almost a definite thing that he won't remember. But...
His mind was floundering for some sort of warmth and contact. He needed something...someone. He was scared, alone...and...
He needed...*