[Poseidon is patient as he waits for Choromatsu to wake, and he thinks he dozes off a little himself for a bit...but the moment the mer stirs, Poseidon gently picks his hand up and draws it close to himself, Choromatsu and the blanket still nestled safely into his palm.
He covets moments like this with his son. It makes him wish he hadn't grown up so fast...]
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He covets moments like this with his son. It makes him wish he hadn't grown up so fast...]