whatever the opposite of strong and silent is

It was a little like waking up from the nap from hell, only to be greeted by an angel. She's the first thing Midas sees upon waking up. Is this what imprinting is like in ducks? Fuji was prodding at his cheek, and he was going to take the opportunity to lean to the side and kiss her paw. There's something about shooting his shot, something that he can't help but revel in. What was she going to do, smack him in the head right after what she just witnessed? Surely not.

Midas's breathing steadied. His senses were becoming sharper, much to his detriment. Every muscle in his body that had already been sore? Even worse. How could it get worse. Maybe he would have been better off with his senses dulled, holy fuck. This feeling thing wasn't going so great. "I can be with you always, if you want." Midas was still feeling pretty fuzzy in the head, but who knows. First thought best thought... does that only apply to being drunk? Surely this was something like that.

Something smelled delightful, whatever it was she was working on. Or her? Maybe her. Fuck. Was his grin goofy? Probably. He was a little goofy right now. Blame the exhaustion. That's what he'd blame for the seizure, too.