Rosso clings. It's incredibly unlike him — he lives alone, after all, so who could he possibly cling to? — but he finds comfort in the embrace despite himself. The logical part of his brain wonders if this hug has gone on for too long. Aren't hugs supposed to last for a few seconds? Rosso wouldn't know; no one's ever hugged him before. At least not like this.
Perhaps the hatred when they first met was mutual. Rosso had been overcome with fury on his arrival, kicking out car windshields and getting into random fights because that's who he is as a person. Adrian's presence had been entirely unwelcome at the time, snarky and superior-sounding as he'd been. Then, Rosso found him mangled by his own transformation in an alleyway, and all bets were off. Much as he despised it at the time, he started to care. The more they ran into each other, the more he started to care. Ribbing each other on the internet and confessing how much his life sucked and going to the amusement park, having Adrian basically come to his rescue in the maze, getting plastered in the Fog caves and making him dinner and braiding flowers into his hair—
Ugh. Gross, is that sentimentality? How the mighty fall and all that.
If Adrian thinks he feels small, Rosso can echo the sentiment; being hugged by the giant manticore is reminding him that he's absolutely tiny. Normally, that would bother him — it's usually On Sight for people who tease him about his height, something he's always been touchy about — but somehow, he's feeling weirdly secure. "Weirdly" except it's not actually that strange of an occurrence, given everything that's built up to this exact moment. It isn't as though Rosso has ever felt a sense of security in his life.
He hums briefly, contemplatively, and then decides... fuck it. He has something to say.]
...I didn't ever tell you my first name. Did I? [...] I guess I trust you enough to use it now, if you want. It's "Ainen".
[Though, he thinks if he actually heard Adrian use it, he might just die on the spot.]
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[(Affectionate)
Rosso clings. It's incredibly unlike him — he lives alone, after all, so who could he possibly cling to? — but he finds comfort in the embrace despite himself. The logical part of his brain wonders if this hug has gone on for too long. Aren't hugs supposed to last for a few seconds? Rosso wouldn't know; no one's ever hugged him before. At least not like this.
Perhaps the hatred when they first met was mutual. Rosso had been overcome with fury on his arrival, kicking out car windshields and getting into random fights because that's who he is as a person. Adrian's presence had been entirely unwelcome at the time, snarky and superior-sounding as he'd been. Then, Rosso found him mangled by his own transformation in an alleyway, and all bets were off. Much as he despised it at the time, he started to care. The more they ran into each other, the more he started to care. Ribbing each other on the internet and confessing how much his life sucked and going to the amusement park, having Adrian basically come to his rescue in the maze, getting plastered in the Fog caves and making him dinner and braiding flowers into his hair—
Ugh. Gross, is that sentimentality? How the mighty fall and all that.
If Adrian thinks he feels small, Rosso can echo the sentiment; being hugged by the giant manticore is reminding him that he's absolutely tiny. Normally, that would bother him — it's usually On Sight for people who tease him about his height, something he's always been touchy about — but somehow, he's feeling weirdly secure. "Weirdly" except it's not actually that strange of an occurrence, given everything that's built up to this exact moment. It isn't as though Rosso has ever felt a sense of security in his life.
He hums briefly, contemplatively, and then decides... fuck it. He has something to say.]
...I didn't ever tell you my first name. Did I? [...] I guess I trust you enough to use it now, if you want. It's "Ainen".
[Though, he thinks if he actually heard Adrian use it, he might just die on the spot.]