“Hm,” he grunts, “fine. But—! You mustn’t touch the bottom pair. They’re sensitive…” he mutters gruffly.

Crossing paths with the King of Curses was one thing, but becoming so close and affectionate with him was another. Your hand hovered just over his cheek, fingertips threatening to graze over the second pair of eyes beneath his ‘normal’ eyes.

He was oddly relaxed, for the chaotic individual that he was — yet again, that seemed to be the case whenever you were around. You didn’t know exactly how you caught his attention, and although he never dared to admit it, he seemed to cling to you like glue.

It was somewhat endearing.