[The thing is, Adrian only gets protective like this over people he really cares about, and as many people as he considers "friend" in Ryslig, there are only a select few that fall firmly under that umbrella. Maya, Hanna, Kaito...Misha too, when he was in Adrian's life. So it's less a sense of "you can't do things without my input" and more...that he doesn't want to see Rosso getting heckled, or taken advantage of. He's allowed to do that, nobody else. Not that most people on that post were doing that...it seemed, actually, that the vast majority was actually trying to help. For better or worse.]
...and that's fine. Like. ...I make more anon posts than I do real ones. You've prob'ly seen 'em by now.
[Hell, Rosso has commented to several. Adrian's sure he's figured it out at this point.]
So like. Don't think you gotta not make any anymore. It's fine, really.
[Adrian will get over it, he's just got to work through his emotions like a Big Boy.
And that would be that, he thinks...if it weren't for the fact that Rosso keeps talking, and he says that he wants Adrian to be posessive, and he can feel his tail actually curl in response. He wants that...?
...okay, fuck it, he's not just going to keep standing here like a dumbass. He crosses the rest of the space separating them, and since Rosso has turned to face him (he just isn't looking at him), it's easier for Adrian to reach out and tentatively put his padded hands on Rosso's hips. He doesn't do anything, he just...rests them there, warm and soft, to keep a point of contact going as he talks.]
You really do make me mad as hell sometimes, but it's always gonna be over like...dumb shit, okay? Shit that don't matter. So when it matters, I...wanna try to be better about not doin' that. I'd never forgive myself if I fucked up a good thing just cause I can't keep myself under control.
...and. I.
[His ears droop, nearly invisible in his mane.]
Fuck, Ainen.
[Why is it so hard to just....
His paws shift a little, and without thinking he lifts Rosso up, suddenly. Impulsively, like most things he does these days. If there wasn't a hot stove literally right there he would have done this differently, but whatever. He holds Rosso up, chest-to-chest with Rosso's feet not touching the ground, and he kisses him. A bit tentatively, but purposeful. Apologetic. It lasts just for a moment before they part, and Adrian moves his grip on Rosso to pull him into a real, honest to god hug for once.]
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...and that's fine. Like. ...I make more anon posts than I do real ones. You've prob'ly seen 'em by now.
[Hell, Rosso has commented to several. Adrian's sure he's figured it out at this point.]
So like. Don't think you gotta not make any anymore. It's fine, really.
[Adrian will get over it, he's just got to work through his emotions like a Big Boy.
And that would be that, he thinks...if it weren't for the fact that Rosso keeps talking, and he says that he wants Adrian to be posessive, and he can feel his tail actually curl in response. He wants that...?
...okay, fuck it, he's not just going to keep standing here like a dumbass. He crosses the rest of the space separating them, and since Rosso has turned to face him (he just isn't looking at him), it's easier for Adrian to reach out and tentatively put his padded hands on Rosso's hips. He doesn't do anything, he just...rests them there, warm and soft, to keep a point of contact going as he talks.]
You really do make me mad as hell sometimes, but it's always gonna be over like...dumb shit, okay? Shit that don't matter. So when it matters, I...wanna try to be better about not doin' that. I'd never forgive myself if I fucked up a good thing just cause I can't keep myself under control.
...and. I.
[His ears droop, nearly invisible in his mane.]
Fuck, Ainen.
[Why is it so hard to just....
His paws shift a little, and without thinking he lifts Rosso up, suddenly. Impulsively, like most things he does these days. If there wasn't a hot stove literally right there he would have done this differently, but whatever. He holds Rosso up, chest-to-chest with Rosso's feet not touching the ground, and he kisses him. A bit tentatively, but purposeful. Apologetic. It lasts just for a moment before they part, and Adrian moves his grip on Rosso to pull him into a real, honest to god hug for once.]