Lost Creek Hollow are you worth your weight in gold? cause youre behind [m]y eyelids when i'm all alone

the weight behind the shove not enough to topple jaime as alamar assumed—an underestimation that the petite canine is beginning to see in general whenever he observes him. it seems he never truly looked before.
a teasing kiss presses brief to his chin, and alamar flusters—warmth growing over his cheeks, ears twisting back. the smug curl faltering for a moment, but he manages to keep it, just enough that he presses further upon the paw he kept pressed to jaime’s shoulder. he moves it slow, slides it upwards, just enough to try and get his guard down.