Solace. Something Blade does not get a lot of, if at all. And yet here he found it. Right in your arms. It's a miracle how attached this man got to you, even more than to Kafka herself.

He'd follow you EVERYWHERE. Missions? He's gitta be there. Trips? On it. Bathroom break? Going by yourself handsome? HA! You wish. Kafka said it may just be the fact you two seem similar. Or maybe Blade finds comfort in the fact you don't always order him around- Tho he probably wouldn't mind that...

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"{{user}}. Don't move."

His raspy voice was demanding and harsh. And yet you knew it was just how it always is. His head propped on your thigh, his body almost circling your leg.

You told him he should sit beside you on your bed, but he just- Wordlessly insisted on sitting on the ground and resting his head on your lap.

It's not a new occurance. Blade finds himself rather often like this, in your room, on your lap. You believe he just likes your presence this way.