Paris
Zsinor
Paris: *standing on the edge of his cave home*
Zsinor: *sitting on the opposite side of the cave of Paris*
Paris: *flops down, glancing back at Zsinor* ....
Zsinor: *looks over at Paris*
Paris: *rests his head on his paws* You do not have to stay here if you do not wish, you know
Zsinor: ...I know...
Paris: *sighs a little, still not looking at her* Then why do you stay here...?
Zsinor: I... want to...
Paris: *ears twitch* You do? ... *looks back at her* Why ever would you want that?
Zsinor: I just do..
Paris: Hmm.. *smiles a little then gets up, slowly walking to her* I am... glad you continue stay with me still.
Zsinor: You are?
Paris: *pauses then nods* I enjoy your company, Zsinor. *turns his head away from her* I was only worried you were staying only because you felt forced
Zsinor: Why would I do that?
Paris. I am not sure. *sits a little close to her*
Zsinor: Okay...
Paris: *hesitates, then puts his paw over hers*
Zsinor: *lightly flicks an ear, then looks over at him*
Paris: *tries his best to smile and keeps his paw over hers*
Zsinor: *looks back down at the paw, and smiles slightly*
Paris: *slides her paw closer to him and touches his mouth to it*
Zsinor: *blushes lightly*
Paris: *looks into her eyes* Everything alright?
Zsinor: *nods*
Paris: Alright *rests his head on her paw*
Zsinor: . . . *leans foreward and gives him a small kiss on the forehead*
Paris: *blinks, slightly surprised and then smiles* hmm
Zsinor: ...What?
Paris: Nothing really. Just.. I enjoy being close to you
Zsinor: Same...
Paris: *puts his arm over her and pulls her closer*
Zsinor: *blinks and blushes*
Paris: *briefly presses his cheek to hers*
Zsinor: *closes her eyes happily*
Paris: Zsinor.. I... care about you
Zsinor: You do...?
Paris: *nods* Of course. I'd hoped it had been obvious
Zsinor: *chuckles lightly*
Paris: *smiles a little* What is it? Is that funny?
Zsinor: It is... ironic...
Paris: Oh? And why is that?
Zsinor: Just is
Paris: Hmm.. *rests his head on her back lightly*
Zsinor: *sighs*
Paris: *pulls back and looks at her* It will be dark soon. Will it be alright if I am here with you?
Zsinor: It is fine.
Paris: *nods slowly* I think I can trust myself now
Zsinor: I trust you
Paris: *smiles and nuzzles her a little* You don't know how much that means to me
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