Architecturally disrespectful
Justified by at least seven minutes of not being held.
Something made a soft, sticky tapping noise but he didn’t look.
He wanted Orrin.
He wanted to be picked up and cuddled against a warm chest. He wanted to jump into Orrin’s deep pockets, traveling along, seeing all sorts of interesting things within the shop—and outside of it. And dragon-shaped pastries.
He wanted those too…
Something tapped again.
Closer.
…
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