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“This is nice,” Dezmond sighs, shutting his eyes as he buries his face into the feathery softness of a pillow, who was Rio, at the moment.
The boy engrossed in the hug answers with a hum. He looks down at the other who was enjoying the fluffiness of the pillow, noticing how his eyelashes flutter ever so slightly. He could tell Dezmond was relaxed, and so was Rio himself—he gets it, definitely. Even when he is unable to feel Dezmond's warmth, this pretend hug made him feel things he could not express through words.
“Can't believe I'm getting exclusive gifts from the guy himself,” Dezmond's words are slightly muffled. Rio hears him clearly regardless. “I've always thought of owning a Rio Minase body pillow.”
For a quick moment, Rio curses his ghostly ears. He scoffs, annoyed at Dezmond for ruining the moment. In an attempt to get him, Rio kicks him.
Alas, it is unsuccessful, as Dezmond feels nothing but a swift cool air running through him. Dez laughs. Rio pouts.
“I'm kidding~ Maybe,” Rio shoots him a skeptical look. Dezmond looks away with a toothy grin. “Yeah, no. I definitely was not kidding.”
“Yer so lucky yer cute,” Rio lands a soft punch (a bonk) ontop of the alchemist's head. Like all his former violent attempts, it does nothing but make Dezmond giggle.
“I learned from the best.”