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[He's hot too, but Rosso will probably die if he admits it right now, thanks. He's still thinking about earlier, what with how Adrian's whole fucking tongue was in his mouth while he was straddling the guy's thigh. The latter thing is still happening because he hasn't moved since.

Now, at least, he leans over to grab Adrian his glass of wine, breaking the hold on one of his wrists as he goes. No head bonk, he has to hide now, except not really he's just thrusting Adrian's glass at him. Here take this do not perceive Rosso thanks—]

Then drink more!! [There goes the Yelling.] I'm not stopping you from getting shitfaced! Here!!