[ There's a very petulant part of him that just wants to say 'I don't want to' because Claude already knows him too well and he's too tired to be convincing right now. But even his halfhearted attempt to ignore that order is overruled at the feeling of fingers sliding along his jaw and turning his face in Claude's direction.
His jaw clenches in instincts at being maneuvered, but he swiftly does his best to wrangle his composure into something resembling normalcy. It's still a few moments too late, but he manages a faint smirk as his gaze catches the other man's. He has no idea if he managed to tuck everything else away fast enough or not. With Claude? He doubts it. ]
Don't worry, Claude, you're still pretty, too. Even after the plant trying to eat you.
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His jaw clenches in instincts at being maneuvered, but he swiftly does his best to wrangle his composure into something resembling normalcy. It's still a few moments too late, but he manages a faint smirk as his gaze catches the other man's. He has no idea if he managed to tuck everything else away fast enough or not. With Claude? He doubts it. ]
Don't worry, Claude, you're still pretty, too. Even after the plant trying to eat you.