[The braincell is set to "unresolved possibly-sexual tension". At least, that's where it is for Rosso.

He sits up, dragging himself out from underneath Adrian with his face still red and his one eye looking anywhere the fuck else. He doesn't go back to the couch, simply sits on the floor with his arms crossed.

Aaaaaaaand normally he wouldn't take that flick lying down, but all he really does is say ow and sit there pouting.]

Whatever. You were the one being a punk anyway.

[Rosso you tackled him]

I guess... if I had to see anyone after I woke up here, I'm glad it was you. [gross]