Can I....:b+w:.

I'm so tempted to call this "Can I keep you?" because I just... I actually love that line >>
And darn it all if that soundtrack doesn't have an influence on me.


I plan to color this, possibly. Though, I do also like it in black and white, since I tried to show a difference of the two mice this way. Minnie inked and solid, while Mickey remains in pencil and easily translucent
I'd like to write what's happening too, if I could actually stay focused enough. I'll try though.
Here's an idea though:

What's basically going on is this is later in their time of knowing each other. And, probably after having some discussion or something, Mickey's mind came to wonder what it was like to touch.

After so many year-- decades?-- one probably forgets exactly what it's like. To know the warmth it sends through your fingers and into your whole body.

Mickey has, of course, touched or tried touching Minnie many times(many of which to her dismay-- and secret delight[not as naughty as I just made it sound]) and his lack of temperature has sent cold shivers up her spine. However, as they talked more-- probably about the feeling of warmth, touch, such senses—and he approached her more to see if, just maybe, he could feel it all again, for once she was freely allowing him.

As he brought his hands to her face, the chills were all there. He was so cold. A solid presence of icy air cupping her head. And he could tell, but something in him so badly wanted to feel her warmth. To hold her close. And looking at her… He wanted her. Even his tail wrapped around her, wanting to keep her in his presence, hoping to not only gather her warmth but give her some in return.

That’s mainly the idea I have so far with this picture. The organization of it all is all over the place, so hopefully I can think of something...
*cue kiss the girl*

Still so tempted for this moment to call for the “can I keep you?” line. YOU CANT DENY IT’S A PERFECT MOMENT FOR IT. *shot* _{I WILL NEVER BE OVER IT.}