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[suitsahero]

There is only one thing Haurchefant hates more than being the bearer of bad news and that's being the bearer of news when he's not sure whether it's good or bad news. At least with bad news, one can prepare oneself appropriately, know what kind of reaction you're liable to get. But with something like this...

He's given orders to pile the intercessory's fireplace high with logs, to try to make sure that Mikka will not be overly cold, but it seems like the poor Miqote is cold practically everywhere in Ishgard. He comes bearing hot chocolate to go with his... news of an indeterminate sort, having had one of his men fetch Mikka to the intercessory several minutes prior. It's been a habit of his to do so every time he returns from Ishgard, to brief them on how their asylum status is going and catch them up on news of the wider world, when there is any to be had in the isolationist country.

That Haurchefant has asked Mikka to come alone, though, is unusual, potentially giving away that this is no ordinary debriefing. Still, Haurchefant manages a sunny smile for the Warrior of Light as he pushes his way into the room with the chocolate,

"Sorry I'm a bit late! I had to make sure the chocolate was just right," the smile hedges more entirely genuine, touches his eyes as he sets the mug down in front of Mikka, "It is good to see you again, friend, though I suppose it has been only days since last I did. I confess, I've grown too used to it."

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[darlingdatura]

As close as he can get or no, those gentle tugs and touches of Haurchefant's hands soothes that ache in him. Physical proof that he's wanted, that he's so very much adored as the elezen was saying. He knew that the man wouldn't lie about such a thing, but the contact still helped in comforting him.

"To me you are though. Foibles and all, just as you are," Mikka protested gently, staying right where he was cuddled in close, cheek resting against him where he could feel the gentle beat of his heart. "If you can think me so wonderful and lovely, surely I can think you absolutely perfect for me?

[suitsahero]

"Hm. 'For you' then, perhaps I'll allow it," Mikka can feel his grin against his ear. "If nothing else, to argue against that is to advocate against my own self-interest, since I'm rather interested in keeping you," it's teasing, but the sentiment is sincere.

He's been letting Mikka curl up against him as much as he wants, but he finally moves to separate them, though it's just enough to let him tip Mikka's head up for a gentle, warm kiss.