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[He does, tries his best to look at Emet, the one right in front of him right now.]

Okay.

I love you. I always will.

[He runs his thumbs under his eyes.]

And for this moment, let us forget past and present, future and duties. Do not dwell in what we were and what we are. Shed it all for this interaction.

Though I will admit I did make this place a little nostalgic.

I love you too. Always.

[But, hearing it, it aches in a good way. Being able to say it aches.

Still he has to laugh, leaning down to kiss Emet's lips very soft.]

A little? Here.

[He rolls off the man and sits up, patting his lap.]

Sit in front of me.

I can be terribly predictable.

[He tilts his head at the request, but instead of sitting in his lap, he will straddle it wrapping his arms across his neck.]

If you think I'm looking away from you, you are terribly mistaken.

[Oh. He does like this, leaning his forehead to Emet's and smiling at him.]

You're making my plans difficult.

[But not impossible and he's not complaining.]

I suppose asking you to look away would be unreasonable.

[He wraps his arms around Hades, palm trailing up his spine and fingertips kneading the back of his neck, urging him to rest his head on Hyth's shoulder.]

Pray tell, let me in on your plan, and I can help.

[He doesn't need much coaxing his rest his head on his shoulder. As long as he can see the color of his soul, the rest is icing on the cake. And he does shudder a little under the touch. A tad sensitive just for this man.

But he isn't idle either, he runs his own hand on his upper back ensuring to pet his aether as he does.]

[He shivers himself, how can he not? Always sensitive to this man. But he lifts a hand away, summoning the hairbrush with a little aether, one hand petting Emet's hair a little before running down along his spine to return the aetheric pets.

The other begins to brush his hair gently, no reason other than to do something pleasant and nice.]

I think you're the one making my scheme more difficult!

[He just ha-rumps and pulls the brush away for a slight moment so he can gather his hair in his own hands. When he's done, the hair is quite long. More akin to the length his more monstrous forms.]

There. I'm helping.

Hmmmm, I suppose.

[He kisses his temple and runs the brush though Emet's hair, following it with his fingers, stroking Emet's hair as he brushes, soothing, hypnotic.]

[He sits more to the side then directly on his laps so he has a little more room to brush his hair.]

Are you going to braid it?

Well, if you insist.

[He runs his fingers through it, when there's not a single hint of tangle, just playing with it for the moment, before starting to separate it with long fingers, gently beginning to braid.]

[He hums, but is otherwise stays silent as Hythlodeaus works, but he never takes his eyes off of him. It's almost eerily unblinking.]

[That's normal? It's not like he's ever looking away from Emet, it just so happens he's occupying himself braiding his hair while looking at him.

He brushes his fingers over his skull, his neck, his back, as he works, each touch lingering against his aether.]

I brought you a present.

More than the present I'm sitting on? You spoil me.

[He does shift pleasantly at the touch.]

Very well, but it is my turn after. So do be prepared.

[He laughs.]

Well, it is more a present for myself, and it can wait. Unless you're very eager to see.

Of course I'm eager to see it.

Fufufu, well so am I honestly.

[He finishes tying to braid, and kisses Emet's temple, then pulls a couple bags from his inventory.

Emet will discover some cute goth lolita dresses in each bag, plus a set of frilly underwear.]

How did...?

You know clothes are a rare commodity here.

There are ruins with them. And when I thought of you I just couldn't leave well enough alone I guess.

You know very well I can't say no to you, so pick the one you want most.

Fufu I know.

[He looks very pleased about it too?]

Wear this one.

[He taps the one with the red ribbon and no sleeves.]

Fine. Turn around then. Or else it might dampen the anticipation you so hope for.

Must I? I'd love to watch you change.

Can't anticipate the surprise? Very well. Sit on the edge of the bed.

[Super excitedly scoots to the edge of the bed to lean his chin in his hands, watching Emet intently.]

It's silly to think I'd look away just for that, when I could be looking at you.

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