[Osvaldus blinks at that, and freezes, holding very still as Enygma's fingers trace over his face.
Huh.]
...wow, you weren't kidding about cold hands. [he musters his strength and lifts a hand to press it over one of Enygma's, holding it against his cheek--and now, he smirks, looking up at him through his lashes, more than a little coy]
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Huh.]
...wow, you weren't kidding about cold hands. [he musters his strength and lifts a hand to press it over one of Enygma's, holding it against his cheek--and now, he smirks, looking up at him through his lashes, more than a little coy]
Do you need me to warm them up for you?