[ He'll take the help where he can get it, his arms full with the box he picked up from the post office on his way, bags mainly hanging off of one arm save for the one Murasakibara takes. It lets Himuro step inside, barely toeing his shoes off before he's moving to put things down.
When he turns to Murasakibara again, he doesn't hold off on closing the space between them, making sure the door is pushed closed as he catches his shirt to pull him downward to press a kiss to his lips. ] I'm sorry I made you wait.
[ It's said with a smile as Himuro's grip loosens and he glances at the bag in Murasakibara's hand, eyeing the whipped cream that's inside. ]
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When he turns to Murasakibara again, he doesn't hold off on closing the space between them, making sure the door is pushed closed as he catches his shirt to pull him downward to press a kiss to his lips. ] I'm sorry I made you wait.
[ It's said with a smile as Himuro's grip loosens and he glances at the bag in Murasakibara's hand, eyeing the whipped cream that's inside. ]
I should put that in the fridge.