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“uki? uki, dear, you in there?”
uki sighs ever so quietly and cuddles a little closer to fulgur’s body, radiating heat. a few seconds later, he opens his eyes meaningfully and gives his fuufuu-chan a look that pretty much says you rang, bitch?
fulgur laughs, his body shaking with it. he lifts a hand and starts stroking uki’s purple hair, tender and lingering motions. the psychic does something just short of a purr, small smug grin evident.
“yeah, you like that, huh.”
"i do.”
uki’s voice dips low on the word, purple eyes locked on silver ones. fulgur laughs, eyes closing as he chuckles. satisfied and endlessly smug, uki lowers his head again and settles back down. there’s a long moment of comfy, warm silence - the kind of quiet that makes everything feel like it’s coming through a thick cotton blanket.
while uki half-dozes, fulgur watches him with unimaginable fondness. the messy purple hair, colour a little faded from its original bold shade. the barely-audible sound of his breathing, breaths slow and calm. uki carries a sort of serenity wherever he goes, really. despite all the attitude and the shenanigans they get up to, he still brings with him a kind of grounding sensation. of feeling settled, of feeling certain - a security fulgur has not been able to find for a very long time. there is confidence in every 'bitch please' and 'what the fuck?' he has ever heard out of this man, and damn if he doesn’t love him for it so bad. fulgur loves uki so hard, so intense, it feels like he has to do everything and nothing at all for him.
it is overwhelming.
it is home.
uki is home.
he knows the psychic is still awake by his breathing, still slow, but not quite settled just yet. so he curls in a little closer to the love of his life, and sighs. grateful, so grateful, and proud. proud that his ukiki has become such a wonderful person.
“i love you, uki.”
"you too, fuufuu-chan.”