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“This feels kind of silly…” Boxten mumbles, putting his hand against Glisten’s.
“Oh please, Boxy. It’s just a fun thing to do!” Glisten waves it off with his free hand, looking at their hands pressed together.
The mirror’s hand was more slender than Boxten’s, longer fingers as well, along with painted nails. While the music box’s hand was mostly covered by his fingerless gloves, he had a lighter underside to his hands and had a faint wood texture if Glisten looked hard enough, which he did.
“Hm…” Glisten hums, staring intently at their hands, making Boxten shrink back a little.
“Is something wrong? W-why… are you looking like that?” He asks hesitantly, eyes flicking around the room.
Glisten suddenly takes Boxten’s hand and rubs the music box’s hand with curiosity? “G-Glisten..?”
“You have callouses on your hands.” Glisten pouts, continuing to rub his hand as if that would make them go away, “How’d you even get them?”
Boxten blanks for a response for a moment, his cheeks heating up, “Oh! Uh, doing machines I-I guess. Playing guitar too, m-maybe.” He rubs the back of his neck, “It’s not like it hurts or anything.”
“Well I know that darling, still. You should take care of yourself! I can’t count how many times I’ve had to remind you to do basic things!” Glisten complains, not a real complaint mostly just out of concern.
The music box lowers his head, “Sorry.” He mumbles, hesitantly taking his hand back.
Glisten lightly sighs, a small smile returning to his glass, “It is not a burden, Boxy.” He plants a small peck on Boxten’s cheek, getting his attention, “I just want you to be as perfect as you can be, and that requires self-care Boxy Boo!” Glisten sing-songs at the end, leaning into Boxten’s side and snatching his hand back into his.
A small laugh escapes Boxten’s lips, rubbing the spot where Glisten kissed him, “I still w-wonder if I accidentally casted a curse on you to fall f-for me.” The music box jokes, squeezing Glisten’s hand.
“I fell for you because of your impeccable charm! Speaking of which, you play the guitar? That is one of the most romantic instruments and you never thought to mention it?” Glisten rambles, fully grinning at Boxten.
“Only recently, found a dusty one on a run. Kind of just learning as I go.” Boxten explains, “I-I could play it for you sometime? It won’t be good but-”
“I would love to, Boxy.”