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Ainen Rosso ([personal profile] flammadecinis) wrote 2022-11-15 06:05 am (UTC)

[Rosso is also allergic to sentiment and at this specific moment in time, he suddenly wishes he were allergic to cats so he could yell at Adrian to get the fuck out of his apartment and let him fester in peace. Except he also doesn't want to do that, either.

They're still kind of grossly wrapped around each other in some ways — Rosso's fingertips never really left Adrian's mane. He could be a dick and pull it like a grade schooler, but the little werewolf is slightly more mature than that (source needed). Spurned on by the comment, Rosso chooses to make it somewhat physical, finally untangling his fingers from Adrian's fur and instead settling them on his shoulders.

Acting entirely on impulse, he hooks his legs around Adrian's waist from where the manticore is crouched, and with hardly any effort on his part, Rosso pushes his full weight forward to send them both careening to the ground between the sofa and coffee table. Triumphantly, he sits on Adrian's stomach, arms crossed, like he doesn't weigh five pounds soaking wet and couldn't easily be thrown off by the larger monster.]


Try me, brat.

[5 seconds until Rosso realises that he's the architect of his own doom.]

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