[ there, that's nice. nazuna shifts his knees up so his feet don't drag on the floor when kuro moves the rocking chair, knees coming up to rest on kuro's other thigh as he settles in, letting the (brand new) familiar comfort of kuro's arm around his waist settle his unease, too. ]

Mmm... I can come help you with it. [ a beat, and then he hums, thoughtful. ] Trim is a good idea. Maybe we could get a cute wallpaper, or something...?

[ this is so domestic. hand to his chin, he looks around the room, cogs turning a little. it'd be nice. ] That, and the shelves you built... [ nazuna huffs, then smiles down at kuro from where he's perched, utterly content as he lets his free hand fall down to rest on kuro's chest, curling slightly in the fabric there. the light from the ceiling fan catches on his wedding band, bright golden in the light. ] It's starting to look like a nursery, though, right?