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Ainen Rosso ([personal profile] flammadecinis) wrote 2022-11-13 02:32 am (UTC)

[Oh—

Ordinarily, Rosso would immediately jerk away. Complain. Bemoan the sudden contact and yell and make a fuss simply because he's Rosso and he doesn't need sympathy or warmth or help. Doesn't deserve it. Too dangerous to have it. Whatever excuses he could possibly spew, they die on his tongue because it's Adrian.

He barely has time to squeeze out a surprised squeak. One second, he's sitting there minding his own business, next thing he knows Adrian is crouched in front of him, and now there are paws firm and stalwart on him.

Internally, he's screaming. Not for angry reasons. Just for "how dare you make my feelings for you worse" reasons. For "how dare you care" reasons.

Rosso hesitates for a slow moment, hands hovering over Adrian's shoulders. Maybe he's hallucinating this. His tired brain is making shit up, obviously, it's not like Adrian would ever give him a hug.

...

Arms wind their way around Adrian's neck, fingers tangling with his mane. One shaky exhale later, all Rosso can say is,]


Could say the same about you, brat.

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