After Rave had calmed down, he wriggled from their embrace and withdrew. Arren reluctantly let him; the omega was too soft, like a cushion. He was clearly thin, yet he had a huggable body.
"Can you just say, you miss me?" He pursed his lips, hooked his arms around the omega, and rubbed his cheeks against his head, being coquettish.
Rave already had a composed expression, as though what he had done earlier was only an illusion. Yet, he didn't stop Arren either.
"No, you made trouble, so, you have to come back immediately." Rave glanced at him, now serious.
Arren pouted and stopped what he was doing, but he still hooked his arms around the white-haired omega. He knew that he made quite a trouble, he was only being goofy to stop himself from being nervous.
Levin approached them, already fiddling with a phone in his other hand. "Young Master Arren, I've already informed His Majesty that you've been found."
