whenever you would laugh and tell him to get off he would just bury his face into your neck and hold himself even closer
sleepy Michael wraps his arms around your waist from behind, chin resting on your shoulder, slumped against you, his eyes barely flickering open if you nudge him or tap his nose and he starts whining and penguin walking against you if you’re moving around to wash up/get ready for the day
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Toad's Cave 