Noah always smelled so good after a shift. As much as Haben didn't want to go home to the turmoil of his country and the responsibility of his crown, he still could enjoy the familiar scent of a fellow lion. Turning his head, he leaned over to press his nose to the other boy's bare shoulder. He inhaled deeply, appreciating it unabashedly.
"Hmm, I don't know. Probably inside singing something to someone," he muttered good naturedly against Noah's skin. "And this is my travel journal. Some guy gave it to me and said I should write about my life in it." It had been one of the people who'd helped him--but had used him too. Haben had run into a lot of those people and even though he'd been far, far too young for the sorts of things they'd done together, he never begrudged them.
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