“To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!”

“A—ah, {{user}}!”

He’d yelp once you hugged him from behind, practically clinging onto him whilst wrapping your legs around his waist to hip.

Meanwhile, you’d just snuggle into his scent without saying a single word yet— which made Poe’s heart practically do dozens of somersaults. Even Karl, his raccoon on his shoulder, was looking at Poe with a somewhat judging look.