[ Park later it is, followed by extremely cheap street food, because Marisol loves it, and it goes easy on Muyoung's very thin wallet. With the amount she eats it's like being a single parent feeding two different kids.
He sighs again, and reaches up blindly to try and pat her head, though likely he's just sort of awkwardly patting his face. The point is he's making an attempt, and that's got to count for something. ]
Love you too.
[ It's a half asleep admission of affection, and she'll have a hell of a time getting it out of him again later when he's more awake. At least Muyoung isn't tsun enough to deny he said it when it's brought up though. ]
[ Luckily for Muyoung, Marisol is not Max and will not gleefully rub his confession in his face later. In fact, words of affirmed affection have never been necessary for her at all, because she's known all along that Muyoung loves her. She's been able to feel it from the very beginning, and it doesn't matter whether it was because she has a genuine sense or whether she was just projecting her own feelings.
It wouldn't have changed her own feelings anyway, and she coos quietly, rubbing her face against his like an affection-hungry cat. ]
[ From the very beginning it might have been a projection of her own feeling, but someone as cheerful and excitable as Marisol will eventually wear down even the most stubborn of mountains. Though Muyoung had first taken the gumiho in with a nervous trepidation of wanting to keep her on her non-human diet, he'd grown attached to her pretty quickly.
Now there's no doubt the feelings and the confession are real, even if he means it in the most platonic or even familial of ways.
That said, even half asleep he's never been in the habit of playing cutesy one-ups of affection. The insistence of just how much she loves him has Muyoung letting out a tired grunt as he reaches up a lazy hand to give her a pat that's half just lightly smacking his face against the side of her face instead. ]
[ Marisol really doesn't mind; she isn't playing a game of who loves who the most or who can one up the other until they give up, but needing more than anything to ensure that Muyoung knows just how much she loves and adores him.
Which is a lot. Even more than her five reallys- even as much as ten, twenty reallys. She adores him, loves him unconditionally, and isn't going to let a little face slapping stop her.
She squeezes him tightly, shuffling her body in even closer to make sure there's absolutely no space left between them. ]
Love youu.
[ Tiredly, low energy. She's starting to settle in and nod off, but not enough to let Muyoung go back to sleep without knowing that she loves him. ]
[ Not once in his time with Marisol has he doubted her words when she tells him how much she adores him.
Well, alright, at the beginning he was a little doubtful, but Marisol is just so genuine about everything she does that it quickly became easy to accept that she'd formed an attachment to him that fast. She's a woman who loves simply and openly, and it's something that Muyoung both admires and envies about her.
He certainly can't seem to manage that himself, even if he does have a lot of affection for her as well. He never seems to manage to let her know that though until she initiates things like this.
And even when she does he has a tendency to ruin it with things like-- ]
[ Muyoung isn't as verbal with his affection as Marisol is, but she's never felt uneasy about it. Without him having to say it, she knows he loves her- she can feel it in her chest, all over her body, from even his smallest action.
She doesn't care how much he ruins whatever moment they're having, because she just loves him. ]
[ There's a comfort in having a friendship where the other person is certain about your returned affection, even if you're not the type to show it well. That Marisol never asks Muyoung to prove himself is a small blessing, because Muyoung would undoubtedly fuck up if she did.
This is easier, even if it's disrupting his sleep at the moment. ]
[ Whether he realises it or not, Muyoung proves his affection to Marisol every single day. That he's taken her in, that he lets her stay, that he brings her special snacks just to make her happy. Muyoung loves her, and he doesn't need to use so many words.
She's starting to lose steam, her tight squeeze of Muyoung's body just a little bit looser as she weighs heavily down on him. ]
[ This is why the two of them make such a good set, even if one of the sets does wake the other one up early in the morning. At least that member of the set did get sleepy enough again to start drifting back off, instead of forcing Muyoung to get up and take her to the park.
Sometimes living with Marisol is a bit like having a dog, other times it's like having a kid, but regardless of the strange responsibility that comes with living with her, Muyoung is glad to have her here.
He sometimes wishes he was the kind of person who could express that better without wanting to die, but for now he'll wrap an arm comfortable around her, and give a quiet grunt of agreement in return. ]
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He sighs again, and reaches up blindly to try and pat her head, though likely he's just sort of awkwardly patting his face. The point is he's making an attempt, and that's got to count for something. ]
Love you too.
[ It's a half asleep admission of affection, and she'll have a hell of a time getting it out of him again later when he's more awake. At least Muyoung isn't tsun enough to deny he said it when it's brought up though. ]
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It wouldn't have changed her own feelings anyway, and she coos quietly, rubbing her face against his like an affection-hungry cat. ]
Really really really really really love you.
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Now there's no doubt the feelings and the confession are real, even if he means it in the most platonic or even familial of ways.
That said, even half asleep he's never been in the habit of playing cutesy one-ups of affection. The insistence of just how much she loves him has Muyoung letting out a tired grunt as he reaches up a lazy hand to give her a pat that's half just lightly smacking his face against the side of her face instead. ]
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Which is a lot. Even more than her five reallys- even as much as ten, twenty reallys. She adores him, loves him unconditionally, and isn't going to let a little face slapping stop her.
She squeezes him tightly, shuffling her body in even closer to make sure there's absolutely no space left between them. ]
Love youu.
[ Tiredly, low energy. She's starting to settle in and nod off, but not enough to let Muyoung go back to sleep without knowing that she loves him. ]
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Well, alright, at the beginning he was a little doubtful, but Marisol is just so genuine about everything she does that it quickly became easy to accept that she'd formed an attachment to him that fast. She's a woman who loves simply and openly, and it's something that Muyoung both admires and envies about her.
He certainly can't seem to manage that himself, even if he does have a lot of affection for her as well. He never seems to manage to let her know that though until she initiates things like this.
And even when she does he has a tendency to ruin it with things like-- ]
It's too early for love.
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She doesn't care how much he ruins whatever moment they're having, because she just loves him. ]
Noooo...
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This is easier, even if it's disrupting his sleep at the moment. ]
Sleep more now. Love later.
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She's starting to lose steam, her tight squeeze of Muyoung's body just a little bit looser as she weighs heavily down on him. ]
Love youuu...
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Sometimes living with Marisol is a bit like having a dog, other times it's like having a kid, but regardless of the strange responsibility that comes with living with her, Muyoung is glad to have her here.
He sometimes wishes he was the kind of person who could express that better without wanting to die, but for now he'll wrap an arm comfortable around her, and give a quiet grunt of agreement in return. ]