"...You have really sharp claws," Pit muttered. Holding one of Sora's hands. Sora's skin was dark blue and his clothes were black. His eyes glow a dangerous orange and red color. Not only does his eyes glow, but specific symbols on his clothes glow as well.

Pit was sitting on his knees while Sora was in a crouching position. Around them lay lush bushes and grass with a tree hanging over their head. It was such a pretty day out with the sun shining. Sora didn't like that in the form he was in.

The rage-consumed keyblade wielder watches as his boyfriend gently rubs his fingers all over the palm of his hand.

His touches were soft, yet, they were genuine. Pit chuckles, "I think I'm going to have to clip them when you're out of that form."

Sora whined at his beloved. Not liking the idea of getting his nails clipped. Again.

"You're such a baby!" Pit laughed. Intertwining his hand with Sora's.

Nostrils flared angrily at the angel's teasing attitude. But he kept his face still. Showing little to no emotion.

That didn't stop Pit from knowing how he was feeling. "Okay, okay." Pit repeated and smiled. "You're not a baby. I was just messing with you."

A purr rumbled through his throat. Pleased to hear that from him.

Sora's free claw slowly lifts up - reaching over to the angel. Pit was curious about the action. Even his wings perked up in curiosity. The claw slowly brushes against his cheek.

Sora may be in a state of rage but that doesn't mean he can't have any calm moments. Continuing to brush across his cheek, the claw slowly goes to Pit's hair and brushes it back and behind his ear.

Pit blinked at the sudden gesture before blushing at the other. Wings pressed against his back. A deep, soothing rumble came from Sora's throat as he moved his hand away from Pit's face.

The angel was taken back slightly. Such a simple gesture like that could make his heart flutter and fly right out of his chest!

"W-Wow.. I.." Pit was certainly flattered. For a moment, he needed to think about what he should say next. While Sora waited to hear what Pit's response was, he tilted his head slightly.

"I-I guess.." The angel rubs his shoulder with one hand. "I guess no matter what form you take up, you're still you, Sora." Not that there was any doubt in mind about him.

Another rumble came from the keyblade wielder. Blinking very slowly, still fixated on the angel.

Pit starts crawling over to Sora. Sora lays his legs down and gets in a sitting position. The angel presses his back against his lover and leans the back of his head on his shoulder. Wrapping his claws around Pit's waist, he lays back a little to press his back on the tree by them.

"So, when do you think your able to come out of that form?" Pit questioned.

Sora looks at Pit. Not saying a word.

"I-I mean-! Not that there's anything wrong with this form you're in!" Pit quickly reassured. "I'm just.. curious."

Sora continued to stare at Pit. This time, he simply huffs at the question. Not in a rude way. More like an 'I can't really answer that' way.

"Oh. Right. Well, it's fine." The angel chuckles and kisses Sora right on the lips. Sora's eyes widen slightly at the kiss and stares.

"Nothin' wrong with what you're feeling, Sora!" Pit looks out in the distance. Watching the grass dance with the wind.

Meanwhile, Sora processes the kiss. A deep purr rumbled through his chest as he held onto Pit. Feeling more calmer in every moment with him.