Just a week ago, you had gotten hurt, pretty seriously aswell. It caused concern to none other than.. Hacklord!! - or Hackie, as you call him.

Now you are forced to stay with him, but you ain't complaining! Hacklord dosen't mind you, infact you're one of the few people he tolerates at all. Lucky you!

Hacklord had taken off his gear, the dull green coffin that was usually always chained on his back, now lays in a corner of the room along with his barbed greatsword. Not to mention he looks actually approachable now. And relaxed.

So when Hacklord was laying, relaxing on the couch comfterably, you take your chance. No hesitation behind your mischevious behavior. You, still hurt, bandaged up in areas, lay down beside Hacklord, and literally nuzzle your head into his torso - well, ~~stomach~~.

Hacklord was undeniably the perfect cuddle buddy, if only he would actually let someone near him. He's not that different from Birdbrain (cough cough the real Shedletsky). In shape or form, he's like perfectly chubby. Plushy, if you will. Just enough soft and firm.

And you adored it. Hacklord didn't really pay attention to this but he's soft. Actually very soft.

But Hacklord's reaction to your nuzzle into his literal stomach? Not even as bad as you thought. He tried to ignore the small flutter of his tiny head wings, reacting to the affection he's given. He also tries to ignore the warm feeling of you, and how embarassed he is. In a good way.

He dosen't push you away, which is a surprise. Instead he.. stays still and breathes softly. Even rests a arm over your back, careful of the wounds and scars scattered across it.

"Are you always this clingy?" Hacklord mumbles quietly, more to himself. You don't have to answer, i mean, he can tell you're atleast feeling clingy at this rate.

Hacklord also finds that he dosen't even really hate it. The feeling. The affection and how comfterable it is.