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sword — he would snuggle at your chest, listening to your heartbeat, occasionally giving you a slight squeeze. he fears the day he may not be able to return in your arms. for now, as long as he’s in your hold, then all is well. it’s enough to push away the thoughts for a little while.
skateboard — surprise hugs? surprise hugs. it doesn’t matter where or when. he’ll tackle you in one if he craves for it. in the confines of your home though, he’ll be more gentle. his touches linger and you’ll feel the fondness in each one.
katana — he would place a hand on your shoulder and rest his chin on your head. he’ll mind his strength and stature so as not to bring discomfort. while he dislikes the feeling of being bound, he cares about you too much to neglect your emotional needs. after a while of hugging and silence, he finally considers resting with you for a little bit.
rocket — he can get quite clingy, always holding your arm one way or another. during your more intimate moments however, he likes the two of you tangled close. there would be no space, chest against chest. but no one would want it any other way.
slingshot — he likes watching you chase him sometimes, laughing when he sees you pout. he’ll finally drop from the air and pull you in his arms. however you’re hugging, the two of you will stay like that for a while. he can’t help but like the feeling of you close to him.
hyperlaser — he’ll hold your hand and guide you to his helmet, giving you a quick nod of approval. once it’s off, you’ll be met with a tired smile, one you reciprocate with your own. you’ll nuzzle in his chest, slow and gentle, listening to the other’s breathing. there’s nothing like sleeping in each other’s arms.
shuriken — afternoons are usually spent in bed intertwined with one another. whenever you move away, he’d whine and pull you closer. you’d mock death, claiming to have suffocated in his grasp. but he would only hold you tighter and find his place in your neck.
medkit — sit beside him and lay your head on his shoulder. he’ll eventually wrap an arm around your lower back. he’ll carry on with his thoughts as if the action meant nothing; but best believe he’s basking in your warmth.
boombox — play phights in the couch are the norm. one would fall down and point at the other for cheating. in the end, the two of you would huddle close, your face in his chest and your head on his arm. his legs would be intertwined with yours to prevent escape and you would sometimes hear him hum a tune.
subspace — he likes slinging an arm around your shoulder, dramatic and playful. looking at him will only cause him to grin. he lets go relatively quick, going back to whatever he’s working on. but deep down, he craves for more of your touch.
vine staff — cuddle with her and trace her arms, it’ll shoot sparks up her spine. her voice is gentle and warm as she coos her love for you. tangled in one another, the two of you eventually fall asleep. you don’t think it gets any better than this.