[ That's some nimble manoeuvring, Loki slides wherever Chris pushes him and is soon the happy middle of a sofa sandwich, making himself more comfortable by hooking a leg over Chris's hip and snuggling into his chest. ]
Your bread makes me miss home, then I miss being there without you, and then I miss you even when I haven't left. It's cursed carbs.
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[ That's some nimble manoeuvring, Loki slides wherever Chris pushes him and is soon the happy middle of a sofa sandwich, making himself more comfortable by hooking a leg over Chris's hip and snuggling into his chest. ]
Your bread makes me miss home, then I miss being there without you, and then I miss you even when I haven't left. It's cursed carbs.