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Alyosha never seemed to mind when Vodyanitsa would spread her fingers around his cheeks. He did mind the noises she would make, little 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as if she hadn't done so before. Seriously, she's crazy!
"Can I keep going?" She asks, she knows that he wouldn't say no, it wasn't as though it were a bother in the first place, and so he grumbles out a small 'sure' which makes him sink deeper into the clothes he wore. His cheeks red as they flushed in embarrassment.
Her fingers begin to pinch and press against his cheeks, to much of his further embarrassment she would stretch his skin to make his mouth curve into a small smile which made her laugh, right as he was about to protest she plants a small kiss on his lips, evidently shutting him up.
Odette, in more casual clothing, one more fit for the weather of snezhnaya as compared to her balletwear, enters their shared living quarters. She stares at them for quite a while before making a decision. She walks towards them and plops right beside Alyosha, an arm sling across his own, locking them together before hugging it closely towards her chest. Her cheek snuggles up against the fingers of Vodyanitsa and Alyosha's own cheek. Her eyes grow slack, right before closing with a sigh.
Then, another one arrives. Mitya, this time he seems to have come out of nowhere, sneaking in from the windowsill. That, that was quite concerning, but let's not focus on that and instead focus on his expression.
Mitya seemed to be out of it, his expression held a deep depression in his eyes that seemed to lighten up when he saw the three of them huddling together on their shared couch.
With much giddiness he hurriedly scurried over to the trio and takes the other side of Alyosha, who at this point has already gotten used to his current position. Now warming up to another body to be added to the roster.
Mitya puts his hand behind him and reaches over for his shoulder, wrapping him in a sidehug before he, too, snuggles into him.
Alyosha groans, albeit quite lightheartedly. "Why is it always me who gets this treatment?"
Mitya chuckles, "you're the warmest."
Vodyanitsa nods, "I like how you feel under my fingers, its like… a heating pad, or like Odette's fire trapped in ice!"
"I agree," Odette says, her arms loosely lets go of his arm and makes her way over to the mentioned fire trapped in ice device. She places it on top of Alyosha's chest and immediately the other two both heave a sigh that seems to have come from nowhere.
"See? Even that device does it for you guys! What's the point of using me?"
"Because we actually like to cuddle you, duh!" Vodyanitsa said, giggling to herself as she snuggled into his chest, trying not to move the crystal from where it was sitting.
"It could be worse." Mitya said.
Alyosha echoes, "it could be worse."