Byunghun mulls it over in his head before waddling away to find a place to lay down. Physical contact with the elder is the only way he gets to feel what ‘warmth’ is again; he shouldn’t be so addicted to the sensation but he is. It has been years since he was reborn and lost so many things, while gaining so many others. Even laying in the sun for hours, even days, couldn’t give him that feeling of warmth.
He didn’t realize how much he misses it until he found the elder again.
“How about an entire body massage because everything hurts,” he whines. It’s only half the truth. He’s not actually hurting anywhere, his arms are only sore. But if Seunghyun is willing to pamper him, he’s going to milk it for all that it’s worth. “And it’s called Zvthynvyian; the language of the Shadows. I won’t translate what I said though, I don’t think you’ll be handle it.”
The eldest only followed, the heels to his shoes tapping against the floor before he wiggled out of them as they were exiting his art room. Now in socks, an eyebrow came to a curve as it raised, staring to where Byunghun had laid.
“You want me to massage your entire body? I mean, that’s something that is absolutely possible. You’d just have to let my fingers work their magic. Did you know that they can put someone straight to sleep? Maybe I can manage that for you… after all, you deserve that much after dealing with my indecisiveness…” Dragging on those last words Seunghyun’s eyes looked around aimlessly, ears perking at what the other had to say. Huh? That was different. “Zvthyn…v..nyan?” he repeated with a short laugh, purposely joking on the last part. “Listen, I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever you throw at me.”