Send “Is that my shirt?” for your muse finding mine in your muse’s shirt
“I..” Liam blushed darkly, looking down at the T-shirt that hung off his smaller frame and the pajama pants he wore with it. “…Possibly?” He murmured, grinning innocently at Fel.
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Fel bit the side of his lip and looked over Liam, he looked surprisingly good on one of Fel’s shirts. “I kinda like it..” He stepped closer, hugging him around the waist loosely and sneaking his hands up the back of the shirt to play with the ends of Liam’s wings.
Liam bit his lip, a small grin on his face as the other wrapped his arms around his waist. “I needed a shirt to wear, but..uh there’s a small problem. I kinda-” he was cut off by a shudder, Fel playing with the feathers on the tips of his wings kind of tickled. He blushed darker and tried to finish speaking, “I kinda have t-to keep my wings tucked against my back since there aren’t holes in your shirts.” He finished quickly.
Fel sighed, “That’s no good.. I want to see your wings..” He pouted slightly and pulled his hands from under the shirt, up to the top of Liam’s wings. “What if we put holes in a few of my shirts for you?”
As much as he wanted to say yes, he shook his head no. “Y-You don’t have to do that to your shirts..” Liam murmured, leaning into his hold and looking down. “I’m fine- I have some shirts..” He needed to wash them, but he had some.
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