[kaiba strips off his shredded clothes, burrowing into the sheets with a blissful sigh while monika cleans and bathes. it was true, they've pretty much ruined the sheets, but at least monika didn't seem too pressed about it, not that he would've cared anyway. she's cute when she's mad and getting mad was the whole reason she forced him here at all.
as soon as monika returns, he draws her into his arms. minding her injuries and bandages as well as his own.]
I'll help you in the morning. So don't worry.
[he holds her as close as she'll bear. inhaling her scent, nudging their foreheads together, muttering while he drifts away:]
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as soon as monika returns, he draws her into his arms. minding her injuries and bandages as well as his own.]
I'll help you in the morning. So don't worry.
[he holds her as close as she'll bear. inhaling her scent, nudging their foreheads together, muttering while he drifts away:]
I like you too. And I think...
[...I don't want to be alone anymore.]
...I always will.