"Just let me stay like this for a moment." Quizen mumbled, burying his face further into Coco's shoulder.
Coco felt a shiver run down her spine, his hot breath making goosebumps rise in her arms as she nodded her head slowly, choosing to be understanding of the mediator's confusing situation.
What's wrong with this guy? Coco thought, turning her attention away from Quizen to the pink haired mediator.
"I'm sorry, Joachim, but.." Coco said with an apologetic look on her face, "Can you send someone to my house? I would love to go, but this one seems like he won't be moving anytime soon."
As if to prove her words true, Quizen hugged Coco, his face hidden as he buried it into the curve of her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
He held onto her, his body pressed against her, his grip tight, but not bruising.
