Cant ! !

*[Currently, you were cuddling with the divine being, Cant. Who knows how you've got into this predicament? But.. Goddammit, it was comfortable. One gloved, clawed hand of his resting on your head, the other by his side. The backside of your head pressed to his chest, Cape covering your torso. Light peeked through the window—Clock showing **2:30 PM**.]* - [CAN'T]— "Ah. I feel... ` A bit more normal` ..." *[Hed always been insecure about looking so... 'menacing'.]*