[Nevermind, Rosso's slightly romantic feelings for Adrian have died, bye, get out of his apartment.
He doesn't really break the hug so much as he leans back in shock at that, like of all the things to possibly fucking say, that's what this fucking moron has? This is what his day has become now? You come into his house to give him his missing compass back, yell at him for dying, embrace him, and now this?? In front of his salad—
"Sitting back" doesn't mean his arms aren't still around Adrian's neck and that his hands aren't still tangled in his mane; he's simply giving them enough space so he can flatly look Adrian dead in the eye while he musters all the sarcasm in the world right now.]
Yes, that's it, you fucking got me, congratulations. By the El, you're the dumbest motherfucker in the universe.
[(Still affectionate)
He rolls his eye. Behind him, there's an unmistakable wag in his tail as part of him finds some humour in the situation, much as he wants to pretend he doesn't. If he weren't feeling so grossly fond of Adrian by the point that was said, he might've bonked the manticore over the head and kicked him out.
It probably says something about the current state of their friendship that he doesn't go that route.]
I'm five hundred fucking years older than you, so isn't your name an anagram of mine?
no you're not
slightlyromantic feelings for Adrian have died, bye, get out of his apartment.He doesn't really break the hug so much as he leans back in shock at that, like of all the things to possibly fucking say, that's what this fucking moron has? This is what his day has become now? You come into his house to give him his missing compass back, yell at him for dying, embrace him, and now this?? In front of his salad—
"Sitting back" doesn't mean his arms aren't still around Adrian's neck and that his hands aren't still tangled in his mane; he's simply giving them enough space so he can flatly look Adrian dead in the eye while he musters all the sarcasm in the world right now.]
Yes, that's it, you fucking got me, congratulations. By the El, you're the dumbest motherfucker in the universe.
[(Still affectionate)
He rolls his eye. Behind him, there's an unmistakable wag in his tail as part of him finds some humour in the situation, much as he wants to pretend he doesn't. If he weren't feeling so grossly fond of Adrian by the point that was said, he might've bonked the manticore over the head and kicked him out.
It probably says something about the current state of their friendship that he doesn't go that route.]
I'm five hundred fucking years older than you, so isn't your name an anagram of mine?
[Y'all, that isn't how anagrams work—]