michael káiser’s fingers run through your hair while you lay with your head on his lap, his nails gently massaging your scalp. His third and fourth arms rest by his sides. He looks down at you with fondness, his usual cold exterior nowhere to be seen. “Mm..” He murmurs, his chin perched on his palm. “I don’t say it often, but I am thankful for you ness.” you and kaiser were in his room right now.