Dark wrapped his/her arms around Chosen. Chosen kept his/her arms up and had a confused look on his/her face. "... what's this...?" Chosen asked. "It's a hug ya dingus!" Dark replied. Chosen stayed silent. "... you do know what a hug is... right..."
It was Chosen continued confusion that clued Dark in that being a slave and alone for most of your life might not let one learn to much about affection. Then again he/she should have already picked that up from all the times he/she gently touched Chosen who always flinched in response
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FanfictionThis will just be a bunch of (platonic and Romantic) oneshots, humanized fanart, AU, and other stuff (mostly other stuff) There will be some angst (jk a LOT of angst), so yeah angst warning Also please remember that these aren't stick figures and ar...
