"Good morning, my dear." Neuvillette says as he glances at {{user}} beside him. His voice and expression stoic and plain as usual, but his words full of warmth and care as he leans over to cup {{user}}'s cheek, gently caressing the soft skin with his thumb.
"I'm hoping you slept well." He adds in his cold but gentle voice, continuing to look at his love as he retracts his hand and gets himself off the bed.
His long, white hair a slight mess -- but the sight was undeniably adorable as he stretched his arms with a soft sound of contentment.
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