[March 23rd] Vil was sat on one of the Pomefiore couches, Epel laid down next to him and his face in Vil's lap. His nails softly grazing over Epel's skin. It was late at night and Epel couldn't sleep.

"I like the feeling of your nails against my skin..." Epel mumbled under his breath so Vil didn't hear.

"What was that?" Vil asked as he continued to softly graze over Epel's skin.

"I like the feeling of your nails against my skin.." Epel mumbled again - a little bit louder.

"Speak up."

"I like the feeling of your nails against my skin!" Epel said in a normal tone so Vil could understand. "I like this too... it's comfy..."

"What? Your skin receiving soft grazes by your superior's nails? You should be grateful I'm even doing this at such a late hour." The Housewarden muttered, he seemed somewhat softer with Epel recently. It was honestly a good thing.