[ Ah ... Mikleo burying his face in his neck. He can tell he's embarrassed, and quite frankly, so is Sorey, but all he can do in reaction is give an embarrassed smile. It's okay, Mikleo, it's just Sorey. He's not going to judge him badly or remember this badly or anything like that. He knows they're comfortable with each other, so he's not too worried about the repercussions of this experience.
But the vines continue to loosen, enough for him to struggle a little and slip one of his arms out to place a hand on Mikleo's head, patting it a bit. Shh, shh, buddy. ]
I think it's working.
[ The ... plan. Thing. To get the vines to accept them as a couple, or something. That's good, see? ]
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But the vines continue to loosen, enough for him to struggle a little and slip one of his arms out to place a hand on Mikleo's head, patting it a bit. Shh, shh, buddy. ]
I think it's working.
[ The ... plan. Thing. To get the vines to accept them as a couple, or something. That's good, see? ]