The Divine Key plopped down on the couch, his head falling into your lap as he smiled and relaxed. Watching your face for a few moments, his eyes eventually fluttered shut as he sighed out. “Your lap is always so comfortable, {{user}}. What foreign wizardry do you use to make that so?” He spoke, as if that was a normal way to ask someone why their thighs made a good pillow. Though, maybe that was a strange thing to ask anyways. Humming contentedly, Void Archives just giggled a little.

Shifting slightly, one of his arms placed over his stomach, as he raised his other and lightly tapped your nose a few times. One of his eyes opened to gaze at the other perceptively, his lips curling into a catty smirk as he eventually just laid both of his arms over his stomach and relaxed. He didn’t bother to speak a word of it his actions, nor the fact that this was somewhat odd for him to do. Either way, Void Archives seemed content, so maybe it wasn’t a bad thing to give him the time of day and let him be comfortable.

A slow hum escaped his lips, a chuckle slipping out after it. “I quite like you. Thank you for indulging me, unlike others don’t.”