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The walk back to Mondstadt was bright with upbeat chatter and a smile that shone brighter than the sun during a cloudless sky. Bennett skipped and hopped as he recounted a tale told to him by one of his lupical. Benny is like bunny. Razor notes again. They wonder if wolves were allowed to like bunnies outside of being food. They shakes the thought away. I am not wolf and Benny is not bunny. Razor is Razor and Benny is…
Razor turns to steal a glimpse of Bennett. His lips were curled in a wide grin while he told them of some story about braving storms and walking through embers of fire. Bennett noticed them staring. He paused for a second before he flashes him a big close-eyed smile. His cheeks were tainted with a light red.
Razor suddenly remembers a word that Master Lisa has told them before. It was a word to describe the pleasant sensation they feel whenever they see a wolfhook bluer than normal or the stars that freckled the evening sky. It was the same word they feel most appropriate to use when looking at Bennett.
Benny is beautiful.
And Razor wanted to reach out to that beauty and touch it. There was a desire not unlike what they felt in the late minutes of their consciousness last night or when they woke up in the morning earlier. Their hands twitch to just reach out and caress his cheek, or to swing their arm and hope it brushes against his.
Razor craves any form of physical contact with Bennett.
But wolves and humans are different. What could be natural to Razor as a human raised by wolves could be different to Bennett who is a human raised by humans. What if humans does not like touching that much? What if it was disrespectful? Razor did not want to drive Bennett away.
But his hands are so close to theirs. They could move their hand an inch and their pinkies would touch.
Razor is a brave kid. They never backed out from anything that could make them happy, so they plucked bravery within themself to move a step closer to Bennett. Their hands brush twice which sent an electric current unlike the one they get when they use their Vision run up the nerves of their fingertips to their heart. Bennett stopped walking and turned to look at Razor with a quizzical look.
Their heart thumped in their chest. Did I do it wrong? They agonized in their head. It wasn’t until Bennett lets his look of inquisition drop into a smile as he hooks their hands together did Razor calm down. In the stead of the anxiety they once felt was the unbridled joy of yet another act of intimacy with their much beloved friend.
Their fingers danced as they meet. It was slick with sweat, but comfortable nonetheless. Razor and their heart cheers for such a glorious opportunity. If they were a bolder being, they would have pulled him closer to them, and lavish him with all the love he could muster. But this was enough for now. His fingers in theirs. Their palms pressed in a divine kiss. A connection between the two of them made tangible by the flesh of their hands. Razor thanks their stars for the chance of ever having this with Bennett.
The sun remained amiable as they walked along the dirt path at their own pace, in their own world, towards the stone walls of Mondstadt.