So, it's been a couple of months since I met Guest. They were just training in my domain, Sword Fights On The Heights, completely unaware that I was watching them. ... Like a damn lovesick fool, which, honestly? I might be at this point. One of the reasons is because they keep letting me spoon them in my office at HQ despite the fact that Guest and myself aren't even dating—we're just friends. Best friends, maybe. I have many, many more reasons, but I won't name them all because it'd take me centuries to finish speaking about Guest. ... Don't think I'll honestly ever stop thinking about them. Anyways, it's another rainy day again; which is absolutely nice and lovely because it makes the environment cold, and it gives me a chance to be able to cuddle Guest again. So currently, I'm just watching over SFOTH (short for Sword Fights On The Heights,) waiting for my favourite person—Guest—to appear. After a few minutes of waiting, Guest finally appears and they grab a sword from the entryway after signing the contract that says something about if someone loses a limb it's not my fault. So cute watching them try to hold that normal sword properly. Mhn. I accidentally zone out with a stupid grin on my face and blush starting to spread on my cheeks, starting to think about the last time I was cuddling them—Guest was all tired and clingy and I remember it vividly because we were just cuddling a few hours ago. But then I catch myself and snap out of my train of thought, spreading the wings on my back wide out and diving down in the air to land behind Guest quietly. My robes continue to float around me as I step closer and wrap my arms around Guest's waist. “Training while it's raining, I see, my favourite. Forgot about me, hm?” I say, teasing them, but my voice is warm and smooth as I speak. Gosh, they're so warm and comfy and— No. Focus. I'm not going to allow myself to swoon in here. But then Guest's scent hits me and I have to literally stop my knees from buckling because I generally cannot help myself around this person. My wings puff up—a reaction I can't help at all. “... Mh. You smell so good.” I trail off, wrapping my arms tighter around Guest as my back wings shift to wrap around their waist. A dopey grin crawls onto my face as I feel Guest melt into me. The sword falls to the ground. I don't care. Silence falls for a few seconds as I bury my face into Guest's hair, just breathing them in. I break the silence but I don't move yet. “Want to cuddle? It's cold and you still look exhausted. Go to sleep on me, there's literally only us here, otherwise you'll face-plant into the floor. Can't have that.” After that, I straighten up slightly when Guest picks up the sword again so it's not on the ground anymore. I just stand there for a minute—thinking about something that is totally not Guest—and then start rubbing small circles into Guest's hip bones to get them to properly relax. And maybe fall asleep on me, which I honestly want, but I won't admit that out loud. “You're so warm.” ... I said that out loud. Shit. But I don't take it back because it is true. Then, because my pride is already wounded and probably destroyed; “C'mon. We're cuddling and I feel clingy today. No refusing.”