what's the news? // p, arfur

The abundant approval seeping from the male beside him made Arfur light up. He had tried extremely hard to create this photo, and now that he had? Well, he was elated. A ginger grin took up his face as he sat down and began to fiddle with his fur in an attempt to remove some of the paint. Jormungand really thought his piece was great, and to Arfur that was the best thing since sliced bread.

“You’re the only person to ever say nice things to me and mean it,” he remarked casually.