["Calling someone short" escalating to "wrestling on the floor for dominance" is...
...no, yeah, it's definitely something these idiots would devolve into.
Either way! Adrian waits for Rosso to realize his error, his ears pinned to his head as he endeavors to look everywhere but exactly at him. Only when he relaxes his hold will Adrian finally draw away and return Rosso's personal space...but not before pulling his middle finger back with his thumb so he can deliver a quick flick to his forehead.]
[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]
Well if Rosso is just going to sit weirdly on the floor...then Adrian will do the same, sitting back on his haunches with his tail wrapping around himself in a way someone could call protective. Or shy, maybe, depending on how you read body language.
Mostly he's kindof surprised by the lack of retaliation, which causes that tension between them to weigh heavy in the room. Adrian doesn't even say anything for a long few seconds, which definitely makes it worse.
When Rosso does finally speak up though, he huffs. Looks away, tail-tip flicking.]
Mmh. [You must have low standards, he thinks but doesn't say-] Yeah, well. Maybe next time I won't have a reason to yell at you.
[Listen. Sometimes Rosso gets flustered so hard that he loses all sense of punk-ass-bitch and has to reboot. He's currently still rebooting, actually, awkwardly gazing back behind him to the kitchen and thinking maybe he'll panic-clean all the stuff he used earlier right this second.
...
He glances back to Adrian.]
Yeah, 'cause I'm not gonna fucking die this time. It was unpleasant enough last time. Didn't know I'd even come back.
[That's what he gets for keeping his nose out of all the dramatic going-ons here. Doesn't have enough connections to know that someone comes back if they die here. Hasn't cared to learn much about other monsters until like, last month, because every time someone tried to hand him a brochure he walked away and just made assumptions about stuff happening. Definitely never gave two fucks about any of the gods until they became an actual honest-to-god (ha) problem in Felfri, at which point he's been telling certain people to give up on religion entirely. Which, in his opinion, should've happened already, but... what're you gonna do?]
No. No matter how he feels about it, he can't think that way. It wasn't Rosso's fault, not when his assailant attacked him out of nowhere in broad daylight. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, so really, it could have happened to anyone.
The Manticore shakes his head a little, propping his arm up on one of his knees. Well. They could just keep sitting here in awkward silence, but that's no good for anyone. That's why Adrian breaks it by leaning over and dropping a paw on top of Rosso's head between his ears, ruffling his hair.]
Good, cause I'd kill you myself when you came back.
[Oooh Adrian he's going to bite your fucking hand off he swears to God—
Except he doesn't do this, he just sits on the floor and curses the way his ears shift out of the way to give Adrian's bigass paw more room, curses the way his tail thumps against the carpeted floor because affection nice. Meanwhile, his face is the picture of, "Really? Again?" because like. why. why must this happen.]
The fuck are you petting me so much for today?
[Yet he does absolutely nothing to stop this.]
Missed me that much, huh? [Please learn to pick your battles, Rosso.]
[Well good news Rosso, pointing it out is at least a surefire way to get Adrian to pull his hand away, his tail lashing from side to side now that it's been called attention to. Seeing Rosso's ears airplane to the sides and his tail thump like that sure does feel like a victory though, so he'll take it.
Anyway! Time to look elsewhere and pout like he's twelve.]
Petting? You clearly ain't ever been noogied before...
[That was not anywhere NEAR a noogie, you were absolutely gently petting him.]
[Of course Rosso doesn't really mind it that much, since he's had gross feelings about Adrian for since Felfri all day today, but saying it comes as a shock to him. The tsundere disappeared? Where is it. Put it back?? How's he supposed to act like he doesn't care when his mouth speaks before his emotional barriers can?]
And now they're just sitting on the floor next to each other. Awkwardly.
Adrian can feel it as silence settles between them, leaving him grasping for what to do now. He really did just sort of come barging in here with no real plan, other than to give Rosso his compass back and also yell at him.
[Rosso also didn't have plans other than sit on his ass and brood, so.
...]
I won't. Didn't intend to lose the compass the first time.
[If it actually were magical — if it weren't either completely sealed or just a simulacrum of the original — it would be a dangerous object to let any potential thieves have. There's a pocket dimension in that thing. It's full of water.]
Thanks for... bringing it back, by the way. I owe you one.
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...no, yeah, it's definitely something these idiots would devolve into.
Either way! Adrian waits for Rosso to realize his error, his ears pinned to his head as he endeavors to look everywhere but exactly at him. Only when he relaxes his hold will Adrian finally draw away and return Rosso's personal space...but not before pulling his middle finger back with his thumb so he can deliver a quick flick to his forehead.]
Stupid.
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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]
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Well if Rosso is just going to sit weirdly on the floor...then Adrian will do the same, sitting back on his haunches with his tail wrapping around himself in a way someone could call protective. Or shy, maybe, depending on how you read body language.
Mostly he's kindof surprised by the lack of retaliation, which causes that tension between them to weigh heavy in the room. Adrian doesn't even say anything for a long few seconds, which definitely makes it worse.
When Rosso does finally speak up though, he huffs. Looks away, tail-tip flicking.]
Mmh. [You must have low standards, he thinks but doesn't say-] Yeah, well. Maybe next time I won't have a reason to yell at you.
[YOU DIDN'T THIS TIME]
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...
He glances back to Adrian.]
Yeah, 'cause I'm not gonna fucking die this time. It was unpleasant enough last time. Didn't know I'd even come back.
[That's what he gets for keeping his nose out of all the dramatic going-ons here. Doesn't have enough connections to know that someone comes back if they die here. Hasn't cared to learn much about other monsters until like, last month, because every time someone tried to hand him a brochure he walked away and just made assumptions about stuff happening. Definitely never gave two fucks about any of the gods until they became an actual honest-to-god (ha) problem in Felfri, at which point he's been telling certain people to give up on religion entirely. Which, in his opinion, should've happened already, but... what're you gonna do?]
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[He didn't even know, and yet he still...
No. No matter how he feels about it, he can't think that way. It wasn't Rosso's fault, not when his assailant attacked him out of nowhere in broad daylight. He'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, so really, it could have happened to anyone.
The Manticore shakes his head a little, propping his arm up on one of his knees. Well. They could just keep sitting here in awkward silence, but that's no good for anyone. That's why Adrian breaks it by leaning over and dropping a paw on top of Rosso's head between his ears, ruffling his hair.]
Good, cause I'd kill you myself when you came back.
[Baka.]
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Except he doesn't do this, he just sits on the floor and curses the way his ears shift out of the way to give Adrian's bigass paw more room, curses the way his tail thumps against the carpeted floor because affection nice. Meanwhile, his face is the picture of, "Really? Again?" because like. why. why must this happen.]
The fuck are you petting me so much for today?
[Yet he does absolutely nothing to stop this.]
Missed me that much, huh? [Please learn to pick your battles, Rosso.]
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Anyway! Time to look elsewhere and pout like he's twelve.]
Petting? You clearly ain't ever been noogied before...
[That was not anywhere NEAR a noogie, you were absolutely gently petting him.]
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Fff-s- ...s...so what!? You got a problem with that??
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No. Just sayin'.
[Of course Rosso doesn't really mind it that much, since he's had gross feelings about Adrian for
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[...
And now they're just sitting on the floor next to each other. Awkwardly.
Adrian can feel it as silence settles between them, leaving him grasping for what to do now. He really did just sort of come barging in here with no real plan, other than to give Rosso his compass back and also yell at him.
Sooo...]
...so, uh. Don't...don't lose that again.
[The compass, he means.]
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I won't. Didn't intend to lose the compass the first time.
[If it actually were magical — if it weren't either completely sealed or just a simulacrum of the original — it would be a dangerous object to let any potential thieves have. There's a pocket dimension in that thing. It's full of water.]
Thanks for... bringing it back, by the way. I owe you one.
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Don't thank me. Just be glad somebody else didn't find it first.
["You're welcome"]