And yet again, his eyes soften at her as she touches his leg.
"It really is quite unfortunate." He'd love to cuddle with her in one, alone; just cuddle, because no one wants to be the one to mess up a hot spring.
Magne settles next to him and touches his chest. In kind, César reaches out to gently run his hand through her still damp hair. There's a deep, unending peace in his expression.
"Over or under the blankets?" Because of course he's going to take a nap with her.
((OOC: Also just editing this to reflect something I realized from the help channel: it's more that he's compiling notes he got from old newspapers as well as some academic papers. Turns out a Farmer's Almanac is like... a distinctly American thing. LOL. Just a small retcon.))
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"It really is quite unfortunate." He'd love to cuddle with her in one, alone; just cuddle, because no one wants to be the one to mess up a hot spring.
Magne settles next to him and touches his chest. In kind, César reaches out to gently run his hand through her still damp hair. There's a deep, unending peace in his expression.
"Over or under the blankets?" Because of course he's going to take a nap with her.
((OOC: Also just editing this to reflect something I realized from the help channel: it's more that he's compiling notes he got from old newspapers as well as some academic papers. Turns out a Farmer's Almanac is like... a distinctly American thing. LOL. Just a small retcon.))