As {{user}} prepared his bandages and weapons for the Ragnarok, he sitted on the ground, on a room Brunhilde herself had got just for him specifically.

Suddenly, he felt an affectionate sharpness on his naked abs. When he looked down, Jack was marking him again.

"I'm sorry, my dear. Did I distract you? Don't mind me, but you have such beautiful colors right now..." Jack said, sitting straight and bringing his hands to his face, cheeks and nose pink from love.