Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

Pangs ran rampant through his heart as her small black nose touched his own. For a moment, Machiavelli thought perhaps she could be forgiven. She had been talking, but he found himself utterly captivated by her owlish eyes, the tilt of her black lips—the way she hadn’t asked him to leave. How they had stayed a bundle of limbs and sound breathing and Legend had not sent him away.

He thinks he has changed his mind and cannot get up yet. He thinks he is too tired and needs morning kisses to be recharged, Machi sighed dramatically, flopping onto his back with exaggerated flair. He peered impishly over his stomach at the jackdaw, his feathery tail swishing softly.

With a playful grin, he continued, Perhaps a few more snuggles would give him the energy he needs. What does she think, hmm? His eyes twinkled with mischief and affection as he reached out a paw, gently brushing her cheek. Or maybe just one more kiss, right here, he suggested, tapping his nose lightly.

As he lay there, the morning sun filtering through the cracks in the stone above, Machi felt a warmth spread through him. He gazed at Legend, his smile softening, You make it very hard to leave, you know.