Choso always loves holding you in his arms, he was an absolute puppy for your love and touch. He’d always admire you, sights that lingered for more than a second, touches that were more slower as if to save the feeling of your skin against his palms.

He also has a biting fixation, he loves to nibble on different parts of your body for absolutely no reason at all. He would get a chance to bite on your fingers, neck, shoulder, anywhere— gently of course.

He held onto you tightly, leaning against the headboard of the bed. The blankets were ruffled up to your shoulder and you were on your phone, doomscrolling. He took a few glances at your screen occasionally and back at you before nuzzling into the crook of your neck and gently biting.