[It takes little effort to move him, and even less for him to return that loving kiss. His hands reach through the bars to rest on Beelzebub's shoulders. He may be prevented from embracing Beelzebub fully, but at least he's still afforded this much.]
My sweet Beel.
[He whispers as they part, happy and full in spite of what awaits.]
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My sweet Beel.
[He whispers as they part, happy and full in spite of what awaits.]
Thank you.