Rosso's fingers curl instinctively as he unconsciously tries to cover his palm up, which only results in them booping Adrian on the nose. He doesn't jerk away, doesn't do anything, just... lets it happen, which goes to show how much he trusts Adrian. Not like he expects the guy to poke fun at scars that he didn't even want in the first place, but still.
He thinks it must show on his face how flustered that single action makes him, wide-eyed and with his ears flat against his head, practically pointed behind him at the forest in the distance. Then, he sputters, because he hasn't had working Words for the last several minutes:]
[Adrian's real glad that wasn't the wrong thing to do. He wasn't sure, because he'd realized a bit...too late that making so much contact with his hands (licking them) might have actually been making Rosso uncomfortable...considering. And as much as he enjoys teasing him and making him react to things, that's not something he plays with.
So when Rosso's fingers curl against his nose and he takes in how flustered he's gotten, ears flat and eyes darting as he tries to think of what to say, he realizes that it's alright. So he smirks, exposing his fangs as he brings Rosso's hands down between them so they're no longer the main focus, leaning forward so he can bonk his fat head into Rosso's.]
I'll take that as a compliment.
[Even though he considers himself the hot one, not the cute one.]
...I gotta tell ya though, I super ain't drunk 'nough for all this.
[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!!
[The way Rosso all but shoves that glass into his hands is near comical, prompting Adrian to snort as he takes it from him readily. He hadn't drunk a whole lot of it between Rosso pouring it for him and now, so don't mind him as he shows off and just drains the entire damn thing in one go. He's a monster now, so he knows his limits are much higher than they used to be. He can do this at least a time or two without getting so blasted he can't sit up, probably.
At the same time, he'll lean back so he can reach over to reclaim Rosso's glass for him too, offering it back to him.]
C'mon. We ain't gotta toast or nothin', but I ain't gonna be the only one drinkin' here.
[Rosso has stupid high limits already due to drinking contests with Ventus back in the day. Fun facts: Ventus can drink anyone under the table, but damn if Rosso's competitive ass didn't try to win anyway. (He never did.)
This wine — light and fruity as it is — is not enough to get him shitfaced after only a glass or two. Luckily, he brought like... all the wine, and if they want to get white girl wasted on wine they can do so, that's what it's there for. That being said, he takes his glass and follows suit, not so much chugging as it is fast-sipping. He doesn't have a giant manticore mouth to gulp things down with. Adrian is obviously cheating.]
Not gonna be. Got distracted kissing your stupid face is all.
[Annnnd here he goes, stretching again while trying to maintain his spot on Adrian's lap to grab the bottle and refill their glasses. Smart, sensible werewolves bring the whole-ass bottle out onto the porch with them, you see.]
[It's true, it's going to take some considerable effort for them to get white girl wasted on this wine, but like...it sounds considerably more enjoyable to just drink something that tastes nice than down gasoline just so they'll get drunk. At least, Adrian is definitely in that kind of mood, anyway. Sometimes you do need a bit of gasoline, but not today.
He can't help it: he chuckles at the way Rosso streeeetches to grab the bottl without having to get up, as if Adrian planned on going anywhere. Once he's got it though and has topped them both up, he'll take it upon himself to pull that sherpa blanket back around the both of them. It had, uh. Slipped a bit, while they were making out.
Adrian sighs as he looks up at the sky, still just barely able to see a few stars peeking down at them through the clouds. Despite the brief break in cloud cover, it hasn't stopped the snow...which has started to steadily fall again.]
Guess a place like this prolly don't do fireworks, huh?
[Fireworks are, uh. Only used on the Harmony Festival back home, and that's only once every three years. That usually happens in autumn, so Rosso's having a hard time imagining fireworks in the middle of winter. Like.
Why.
He takes a long sip from his glass and re-positions so that he's yet again Between Adrian's thighs and not straddling one, with Rosso's back against the manticore's chest. It's warm under this blanket, and Adrian may as well be a very large space heater. It's awesome.]
What? Elrianode don't do fireworks for New Year's? Even Perovskia does that.
[Adrian looks up at the sky in front of them, as if expecting Bavan to operate on some sort of poetic timing to make some fireworks happen right then and there. They don't, of course, but wouldn't it be cool if they did?
He leans back a little, his weight on one hand while the other holds his glass, unceremoniously plopping his muzzle atop Rosso's head now that he's curled up in his lap between his legs now.]
I used to watch 'em from the woods. Helped me keep track of what day it was. Can't see 'em from the desert anymore.
We do fireworks for the Harmony Festival, but not really for any other holiday. Maybe some small towns might use them for other occasions, but nationally-speaking, that's the only time. If I'm remembering Tiny's [Gaia's] explanations right, way far north of Elrianode in the Xin Empire, they release lanterns and shit into the skies for some holiday.
[Rosso's never gone that far north, so... who knows if that's true. Not that Gaia is ever inclined to lie, but still.]
It sounds kind of like Tanabata. Dunno if it's exactly the same thing. [Then, after a small pause and one of his exaggerated sighs,] I guess something like fireworks would be a nice way to round out the evening.
[haha stupid tsundere can't admit that he enjoys the glittery sky bombs]
I don't know nothin' bout Tanabata other than what they had here, so don't ask me.
[It is similar, even though there are some very clear differences as well. It sounds like fireworks being set off for festivals and holidays in general is a universal thing, at least...Adrian was starting to wonder if he was going to just sound weird for suggesting it.
Adrian shifts his weight a little, tugging Rosso just a little bit closer to him. It's warm...he's warm.]
Maybe they'll do 'em here someday. I'm sure at least somebody else has heard of it.
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Rosso's fingers curl instinctively as he unconsciously tries to cover his palm up, which only results in them booping Adrian on the nose. He doesn't jerk away, doesn't do anything, just... lets it happen, which goes to show how much he trusts Adrian. Not like he expects the guy to poke fun at scars that he didn't even want in the first place, but still.
He thinks it must show on his face how flustered that single action makes him, wide-eyed and with his ears flat against his head, practically pointed behind him at the forest in the distance. Then, he sputters, because he hasn't had working Words for the last several minutes:]
Shut up. You're — you're lucky you're cute.
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So when Rosso's fingers curl against his nose and he takes in how flustered he's gotten, ears flat and eyes darting as he tries to think of what to say, he realizes that it's alright. So he smirks, exposing his fangs as he brings Rosso's hands down between them so they're no longer the main focus, leaning forward so he can bonk his fat head into Rosso's.]
I'll take that as a compliment.
[Even though he considers himself the hot one, not the cute one.]
...I gotta tell ya though, I super ain't drunk 'nough for all this.
[He feels a bit like he's dying actually-]
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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!!
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At the same time, he'll lean back so he can reach over to reclaim Rosso's glass for him too, offering it back to him.]
C'mon. We ain't gotta toast or nothin', but I ain't gonna be the only one drinkin' here.
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This wine — light and fruity as it is — is not enough to get him shitfaced after only a glass or two. Luckily, he brought like... all the wine, and if they want to get white girl wasted on wine they can do so, that's what it's there for. That being said, he takes his glass and follows suit, not so much chugging as it is fast-sipping. He doesn't have a giant manticore mouth to gulp things down with. Adrian is obviously cheating.]
Not gonna be. Got distracted kissing your stupid face is all.
[Annnnd here he goes, stretching again while trying to maintain his spot on Adrian's lap to grab the bottle and refill their glasses. Smart, sensible werewolves bring the whole-ass bottle out onto the porch with them, you see.]
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He can't help it: he chuckles at the way Rosso streeeetches to grab the bottl without having to get up, as if Adrian planned on going anywhere. Once he's got it though and has topped them both up, he'll take it upon himself to pull that sherpa blanket back around the both of them. It had, uh. Slipped a bit, while they were making out.
Adrian sighs as he looks up at the sky, still just barely able to see a few stars peeking down at them through the clouds. Despite the brief break in cloud cover, it hasn't stopped the snow...which has started to steadily fall again.]
Guess a place like this prolly don't do fireworks, huh?
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[Fireworks are, uh. Only used on the Harmony Festival back home, and that's only once every three years. That usually happens in autumn, so Rosso's having a hard time imagining fireworks in the middle of winter. Like.
Why.
He takes a long sip from his glass and re-positions so that he's yet again Between Adrian's thighs and not straddling one, with Rosso's back against the manticore's chest. It's warm under this blanket, and Adrian may as well be a very large space heater. It's awesome.]
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[Adrian looks up at the sky in front of them, as if expecting Bavan to operate on some sort of poetic timing to make some fireworks happen right then and there. They don't, of course, but wouldn't it be cool if they did?
He leans back a little, his weight on one hand while the other holds his glass, unceremoniously plopping his muzzle atop Rosso's head now that he's curled up in his lap between his legs now.]
I used to watch 'em from the woods. Helped me keep track of what day it was. Can't see 'em from the desert anymore.
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[Rosso's never gone that far north, so... who knows if that's true. Not that Gaia is ever inclined to lie, but still.]
It sounds kind of like Tanabata. Dunno if it's exactly the same thing. [Then, after a small pause and one of his exaggerated sighs,] I guess something like fireworks would be a nice way to round out the evening.
[haha stupid tsundere can't admit that he enjoys the glittery sky bombs]
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[It is similar, even though there are some very clear differences as well. It sounds like fireworks being set off for festivals and holidays in general is a universal thing, at least...Adrian was starting to wonder if he was going to just sound weird for suggesting it.
Adrian shifts his weight a little, tugging Rosso just a little bit closer to him. It's warm...he's warm.]
Maybe they'll do 'em here someday. I'm sure at least somebody else has heard of it.