[Oh yeah, this kid is basically just Laby but turquoise. Sounds like Misha already has a hint of cussing in his blood, but Rosso's going to try not to make that worse. Assuming it's not... already a problem sometimes.
Adrian trying so hard to raise this kid, to tell him what to do and how not to talk, to try to get him to grow up proper... it's all cute as hell. Despite the Disturbance in the force he can feel from Adrian right now, Rosso leans against him, taking a slow moment to impulsively kiss Adrian's cheek and look at him like the guy put all the stars in the sky. Surely this will not spark disgusted little kid noises—]
If you don't wash your hair, bugs are gonna live in it, and then they're gonna eat your hair and you're gonna be bald. [He says this with such confidence.] You only get to do whatever you want if you take care of your health first.
[It absolutely sparks disgusted little kid noises as Misha recoils and makes a face like he’d just eaten one of the eyeball lemons. He sort of just looks between Adrian and Rosso for a second, because Adrian just said Rosso was a “friend” that he hadn’t seen in a while…..but Rosso just kissed him?
EW.
Adrian, meanwhile, feels himself reflexively relax a little at the gesture, even if he’s trying desperately hard not to let the simulation get to him. Because…this Misha is gone. He’s either in the system, or dead, and Adrian knows he’ll never know which.
He also knows now why people warn about staying in the Cube for too long. He thinks he could easily get lost here, starving to death living as if things never changed.
For a moment he’s still, his eyes closed as he leans back against Rosso, letting him command the scene for a moment so he can take a chance to breathe.]
What? No way you’re lying!
[He huffs, and without preamble he shifts around Adrian to throw himself into his lap, sitting between his crossed legs. Adrian doesn’t react…because again, he can’t feel it, not really. He doesn’t even realize where Misha ended up until he speaks again, prompting him to open his eyes.]
Sides…we ain’t gonna be here for a while anyways. We’re gonna go on an adventure, we won’t have time to do stuff like take baths.
Kid…
[Adrian wheezes, leaning his head back against the tree trunk.
It’s not real. He’s not real.]
…someday. I promise. But we can’t…not right now. You know that.
[Adrian is... very much not taking this well. Rosso gets it. He knows what happened to his idiots — Ebalon fucked right off, Solace and Harnier are in Elysion, and the others just live in the Tower like old times. They're all fine, last Rosso left them, and so he's a lot less saddened by paying visits in the Cube. Still upset, yes, still wistful and missing those dumbasses every day... but they're fine. And they'll be fine without him back home to screw things up.
Adrian doesn't know what happened to Misha, or anyone else he ever loved for that matter, so it's... a lot different. Probably. Rosso thinks it is, anyway, given the forlorn energy he can feel coming off of Adrian in waves. The kid was fucking dying, and Adrian gave him up and was prepared to rot in prison forever. It's easy to speculate. Hard to find an actual answer.
He rests his head on Adrian's shoulder as silent reassurance. Rosso won't force him to shut the simulation off until he's ready, but he hopes Adrian realises that he can stop at any time.
For now...]
You ever been on an adventure, kid? [Here, Rosso cards his hands through Misha's hair, fluffing it up. While his hand passes easily through the strands and they do properly ruffle, Rosso feels absolutely nothing, just like when he'd tried to step on Ventus's foot earlier.] You're gonna bathe in lakes and spend more hours setting up camp and hunting for food than you think. It's not all finding cool sh....stuff in the woods.
And I'm being serious about the bugs. They're called head lice and they'll make you itchy as all h...eck.
[When Rosso touches “Misha’s” hair, he reacts exactly as Adrian imagines he would have. He shakes his head, recoiling initially…but after getting a look from Adrian, he purses his lips and settles begrudgingly. He does sink heavier into Adrian’s lap though, as if to remind Rosso that he was here first.
…but then he mentions lice, and he stiffens visibly.]
You’re makin’ that up!
[But Adrian shakes his head, looping his lower set of arms loosely around Misha’s middle.]
He ain’t. You’re da- …dang lucky you ain’t got fleas yet with the way you run around in the woods.
I don’t got fleas!!!
Oh my bad. Ticks.
[Which they’ve both gotten before and it’s terrible actually-
Misha rolls his eyes and huffs again, looking out past the trees over at the sun setting now along with Adrian.]
So when CAN we go?
[Adrian sighs, and finds himself repeating what he actually told Misha back then.]
Better grow those legs fast, kid. Adrian's pretty much all leg.
[Rosso can't say normal things like... make sure you eat your vegetables, remember to get eight hours of sleep, or whatever other shit doctors say, because these two don't have that. It wouldn't be nice to remind them of all the shit they don't have.
Conspiratorially, Rosso leans in to whisper to Misha, loud enough for Adrian to hear:]
If you need a lift to win, high heels are completely valid. He probably can't walk in them, so you'll have a literal leg up.
[He sits back up. Looks at Adrian. Grins. Look how helpful he is, aren't you glad you brought him to the treehouse?]
Misha glances up at Adrian conspiratorially as Rosso whispers to him, and after a moment of thought he whispers back (again, definitely loud enough for Adrian to hear).]
You're right, he's super clumsy...
[Misha knows that Adrian can hear him, of course, given the way he's sneering at him. So he's mostly prepared when Adrian suddenly reaches out and wraps an arm around Misha's neck, grinding his knuckles into the top of his head in a way that makes Misha squeal and try to pull Adrian's arm off of him.]
And who's gonna buy those for you, huh?
We don't need t'buy shit! We just take what we need!
[Adrian's expression sobers a bit at that, because he knows that he's teaching- ...well. He taught the kid bad habits. It wasn't like he could help it, they'd be starving out here otherwise. That's why Adrian lets him go after a moment, keeping Misha in his lap while he reaches a free arm out to wrap loosely around Rosso's waist.]
Only cause we got to, remember? When we leave here, we won't hafta steal anymore. Ever again.
[Rosso snuggles in closer at that. Any further and he'll be fighting Misha for lap-space.]
Keep that fire in your chest, kid. It's good for you. And when you get outta here, remember to stop and help the little people along the way.
[Rosso never had to steal to survive. His survival was, however unfortunate at the time, guaranteed because his clan needed the perfect Fire Master. He never learnt to need things because it was all just handed to him; becoming a Master meant getting whatever he wanted at the cost of basically being enslaved to stare at the El all day. If he went out on a field mission for any reason at all, he had plenty of money or reason to say "just give me stuff" by title alone.
Helping the little people was something he did on the way, if he could. It made sense for him then because he had the money and authority to say something. Misha and Adrian are a lot different from that...
...and then he doesn't know why he's thinking about this so hard, it's a fucking simulation good god—]
Stay humble, though. You don't wanna end up like me. I brag too damn much for my own good.
[Adrian smirks, resting the side of his head against Rosso's once all three of them have settled again. Help the little people...]
I'm not gonna be greedy and stupid like the royals. [Okay maybe Adrian hasn't been censoring himself QUITE enough but he's trying okay-] I want kids like me to not have to worry about anything.
[He raises a brow when Misha says that- because he wouldn't...have commanded the simulation to say it, so it's a bit more sophisticated than he thought. Maybe it can draw directly from his memories, or something.]
Yeah. We want that too, don't worry.
[Misha is still in Adrian's lap as they talk, now, and since it's still a simulation...it means it's reacting to Adrian's mood as well. Which means it's maybe not too surprising when Misha starts to doze off a bit. And in the silence that follows, Adrian allows it. Basks in the simplicity of just being here with two of his favorite people in the world.
He's brushing his fingers through Misha's hair himself now when the boy is no longer "listening", leaving Adrian free to talk to Rosso now.]
He was livin' with his "Nana" before I found him. I don't know exactly what happened to her...I guess she got sick, but there was nobody else for him. He'd have still be on the streets if we didn't run into each other.
[Maybe, he would have still survived. Maybe he would have been better off. In the end, Adrian doesn't know.]
He's a good kid. ...and you're a good person for helping him.
[Rosso has no idea how to describe it, but it's just... endearing, somehow, that Adrian's so fond of the kid. Kind enough to stick his neck out for someone in need. It's an important thing to him, to be able to do that — reminds him a lot of what Lebio wanted to do before his untimely demise at Rosso's hands.
If Rosso starts nuzzling against Adrian, shut up, no he doesn't. He's just charmed and gay, big fucking deal.]
You gave him something where he would've had nothing. You're the reason he's so energetic, you know. He clearly loves you a lot.
[Rosso doesn't say "you love him too" because he knows how Adrian will act about it, but there's a hint of it in that last statement. Haha you're soft for this kid you fucking nerd loser—]
[Adrian scoffs, as if he wants to argue...but he doesn't. He just sits there and tries not to let this dumb simulation get to him. He wants...to stay here, but he knows he can't. This isn't his life anymore, and it isn't Misha's either.
After a long moment though, he does lean a bit more into Rosso's subtle nuzzling.]
I just hope that wherever he ended up, he's alright.
[He didn't deserve to die sick, afraid, and alone. He probably doesn't trust a single person in the kingdom either, so if he did survive...he's going to be difficult. He'll be a problem for his caretakers, and honestly they fucking deserve it in his opinion for leaving Misha as another one of the forgotten. Maybe he will be an example for them to do better.
Maybe he'll find a family. Maybe he'll go on that adventure he wanted.]
I grew up alone. I wasn't gonna have the same thing happen to him.
Kids like that are stubborn, you know. He's gonna be fine. And if you don't believe me, I'll give you some very fucking specific examples of that group of kids that's always been fine.
[Not that Rosso knows them too well other than saying "let me die" and one in particular going "no", but still. The tales and rumours don't write themselves.
He places another fluttery kiss to Adrian's cheek. This one lingers longer than the first one, and Rosso thinks, however briefly, that he might trail it to Adrian's lips before slightly backing off. Slightly. His breath still tickles Adrian's cheek as he speaks next.]
I think I like this soft, mushy side to you. It's cute as hell.
Adrian chuffs, a huff through his nose and mouth, and kisses Rosso back for as long as he can manage before he's pulled away. It's considerably different, without his usual monster parts in the way.]
And if you tell anybody about it, I'll kill you.
[Or deny everything until his dying breath.
But most people know. If they've met Adrian and have had more than a single conversation with him...they know. He's a brute on the outside, aggressive and crass as a defense mechanism, but by night he volunteers at the orphanage and has date nights with his boyfriend. His coolness factor....is subjective.
He sighs as they sit there, his hand still resting on Misha's head. The sun will never set beyond the trees, no matter how much time they spend here.]
Prolly should...be careful how long we stay. But...it's kinda nice, havin' you home.
[It'd be even nicer in Rosso's world though, he thinks. Just find the kid and hop to another world, he'd fucking do it.]
[And what, get the kid adopted by the El Search Party? They take misfits under their wing like hobbyists collect Warhammer minis.
...
It might be nice, though, because at least Misha would be cared for. It's not Rosso's place to say.]
You can cut the simulation whenever you want, aegiya. I'll leave it up to you.
[Normally Rosso would say "we can sit here all day and make out" (he would not say this) (he'd just do it) but that's kind of hard with a kid on Adrian's lap. Don't swap spit in front of the child, y'all.]
If I do meet Misha for real, by the way, I'm gonna tell him that you're a big soft-hearted idiot. Better be prepared to kill me in one shot.
[He's just glad that he was able to Do this. When he saw Misha in the maze...he nearly lost his mind. He wasn't sure how he was going to react, seeing him in the simulation. In reality, they're probably sitting in the center of a massive empty room...but for the time being, it feels like they're somewhere else entirely.
Adrian doesn't want to say that he doesn't think it's possible for Rosso to ever meet him. It's easier to think about hypotheticals. What if, right?]
Don't worry, I'd kill you instantly. I'd make it count.
[His antennae curl, similar to the way his tail might if he had it visibly right now.]
Misha would remember you as "that guy I met for five minutes before Adrian killed him".
Well. I guess it wouldn't be as fun if you made it easy.
[He snorts, bumping his head gently against Rosso's. He gives Misha's hair one last ruffle, trying his best not to linger on the image of him for too long as the simulation finally dissolved around them. It leaves them sitting in the center of the large room, back to being a Werewolf and a Manticore. It does at least mean Adrian is a lot softer to lean against as he reaches for Rosso's hand to hold.]
Wanna go back to my place? We can watch some more old movies. I think I got a couple you haven't seen yet.
"A couple", he says, as if I ever get to watch movies.
[Please someone bring movies to Elrios.]
...yeah, let's do that. We can reminisce about our collective idiots some other time.
[Like. Probably on the way home. Or on Adrian's futon. Or just in general— but at least now they both know what the other one's saying when he says "so and so did this". Misha being a gremlin is on display. Ventus being a fuckboy......... is also on display. Phenomenal.]
[Maybe they can come back someday to reminisce about their idiots more. Adrian would suffer through all of Rosso's buddies if it meant he could see them again. That Adrian could see that annoyed look on his face, which he knows- 100%- is utter fondness for all of them.
Adrian gets up to his feet just a bit reluctantly, letting Rosso lead the way back outside. It's going to be jarring, leaving both Elrios and Perovskia behind, re-entering Ryslig the same way they left it.
But he thinks he'd much rather be here, if it means the two of them can be together.
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Adrian trying so hard to raise this kid, to tell him what to do and how not to talk, to try to get him to grow up proper... it's all cute as hell. Despite the Disturbance in the force he can feel from Adrian right now, Rosso leans against him, taking a slow moment to impulsively kiss Adrian's cheek and look at him like the guy put all the stars in the sky. Surely this will not spark disgusted little kid noises—]
If you don't wash your hair, bugs are gonna live in it, and then they're gonna eat your hair and you're gonna be bald. [He says this with such confidence.] You only get to do whatever you want if you take care of your health first.
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EW.
Adrian, meanwhile, feels himself reflexively relax a little at the gesture, even if he’s trying desperately hard not to let the simulation get to him. Because…this Misha is gone. He’s either in the system, or dead, and Adrian knows he’ll never know which.
He also knows now why people warn about staying in the Cube for too long. He thinks he could easily get lost here, starving to death living as if things never changed.
For a moment he’s still, his eyes closed as he leans back against Rosso, letting him command the scene for a moment so he can take a chance to breathe.]
What? No way you’re lying!
[He huffs, and without preamble he shifts around Adrian to throw himself into his lap, sitting between his crossed legs. Adrian doesn’t react…because again, he can’t feel it, not really. He doesn’t even realize where Misha ended up until he speaks again, prompting him to open his eyes.]
Sides…we ain’t gonna be here for a while anyways. We’re gonna go on an adventure, we won’t have time to do stuff like take baths.
Kid…
[Adrian wheezes, leaning his head back against the tree trunk.
It’s not real. He’s not real.]
…someday. I promise. But we can’t…not right now. You know that.
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Adrian doesn't know what happened to Misha, or anyone else he ever loved for that matter, so it's... a lot different. Probably. Rosso thinks it is, anyway, given the forlorn energy he can feel coming off of Adrian in waves. The kid was fucking dying, and Adrian gave him up and was prepared to rot in prison forever. It's easy to speculate. Hard to find an actual answer.
He rests his head on Adrian's shoulder as silent reassurance. Rosso won't force him to shut the simulation off until he's ready, but he hopes Adrian realises that he can stop at any time.
For now...]
You ever been on an adventure, kid? [Here, Rosso cards his hands through Misha's hair, fluffing it up. While his hand passes easily through the strands and they do properly ruffle, Rosso feels absolutely nothing, just like when he'd tried to step on Ventus's foot earlier.] You're gonna bathe in lakes and spend more hours setting up camp and hunting for food than you think. It's not all finding cool sh....stuff in the woods.
And I'm being serious about the bugs. They're called head lice and they'll make you itchy as all h...eck.
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…but then he mentions lice, and he stiffens visibly.]
You’re makin’ that up!
[But Adrian shakes his head, looping his lower set of arms loosely around Misha’s middle.]
He ain’t. You’re da- …dang lucky you ain’t got fleas yet with the way you run around in the woods.
I don’t got fleas!!!
Oh my bad. Ticks.
[Which they’ve both gotten before and it’s terrible actually-
Misha rolls his eyes and huffs again, looking out past the trees over at the sun setting now along with Adrian.]
So when CAN we go?
[Adrian sighs, and finds himself repeating what he actually told Misha back then.]
When you’re taller than me.
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Better grow those legs fast, kid. Adrian's pretty much all leg.
[Rosso can't say normal things like... make sure you eat your vegetables, remember to get eight hours of sleep, or whatever other shit doctors say, because these two don't have that. It wouldn't be nice to remind them of all the shit they don't have.
Conspiratorially, Rosso leans in to whisper to Misha, loud enough for Adrian to hear:]
If you need a lift to win, high heels are completely valid. He probably can't walk in them, so you'll have a literal leg up.
[He sits back up. Looks at Adrian. Grins. Look how helpful he is, aren't you glad you brought him to the treehouse?]
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Misha glances up at Adrian conspiratorially as Rosso whispers to him, and after a moment of thought he whispers back (again, definitely loud enough for Adrian to hear).]
You're right, he's super clumsy...
[Misha knows that Adrian can hear him, of course, given the way he's sneering at him. So he's mostly prepared when Adrian suddenly reaches out and wraps an arm around Misha's neck, grinding his knuckles into the top of his head in a way that makes Misha squeal and try to pull Adrian's arm off of him.]
And who's gonna buy those for you, huh?
We don't need t'buy shit! We just take what we need!
[Adrian's expression sobers a bit at that, because he knows that he's teaching- ...well. He taught the kid bad habits. It wasn't like he could help it, they'd be starving out here otherwise. That's why Adrian lets him go after a moment, keeping Misha in his lap while he reaches a free arm out to wrap loosely around Rosso's waist.]
Only cause we got to, remember? When we leave here, we won't hafta steal anymore. Ever again.
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Keep that fire in your chest, kid. It's good for you. And when you get outta here, remember to stop and help the little people along the way.
[Rosso never had to steal to survive. His survival was, however unfortunate at the time, guaranteed because his clan needed the perfect Fire Master. He never learnt to need things because it was all just handed to him; becoming a Master meant getting whatever he wanted at the cost of basically being enslaved to stare at the El all day. If he went out on a field mission for any reason at all, he had plenty of money or reason to say "just give me stuff" by title alone.
Helping the little people was something he did on the way, if he could. It made sense for him then because he had the money and authority to say something. Misha and Adrian are a lot different from that...
...and then he doesn't know why he's thinking about this so hard, it's a fucking simulation good god—]
Stay humble, though. You don't wanna end up like me. I brag too damn much for my own good.
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[Adrian smirks, resting the side of his head against Rosso's once all three of them have settled again. Help the little people...]
I'm not gonna be greedy and stupid like the royals. [Okay maybe Adrian hasn't been censoring himself QUITE enough but he's trying okay-] I want kids like me to not have to worry about anything.
[He raises a brow when Misha says that- because he wouldn't...have commanded the simulation to say it, so it's a bit more sophisticated than he thought. Maybe it can draw directly from his memories, or something.]
Yeah. We want that too, don't worry.
[Misha is still in Adrian's lap as they talk, now, and since it's still a simulation...it means it's reacting to Adrian's mood as well. Which means it's maybe not too surprising when Misha starts to doze off a bit. And in the silence that follows, Adrian allows it. Basks in the simplicity of just being here with two of his favorite people in the world.
He's brushing his fingers through Misha's hair himself now when the boy is no longer "listening", leaving Adrian free to talk to Rosso now.]
He was livin' with his "Nana" before I found him. I don't know exactly what happened to her...I guess she got sick, but there was nobody else for him. He'd have still be on the streets if we didn't run into each other.
[Maybe, he would have still survived. Maybe he would have been better off. In the end, Adrian doesn't know.]
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[Rosso has no idea how to describe it, but it's just... endearing, somehow, that Adrian's so fond of the kid. Kind enough to stick his neck out for someone in need. It's an important thing to him, to be able to do that — reminds him a lot of what Lebio wanted to do before his untimely demise at Rosso's hands.
If Rosso starts nuzzling against Adrian, shut up, no he doesn't. He's just charmed and gay, big fucking deal.]
You gave him something where he would've had nothing. You're the reason he's so energetic, you know. He clearly loves you a lot.
[Rosso doesn't say "you love him too" because he knows how Adrian will act about it, but there's a hint of it in that last statement. Haha you're soft for this kid you fucking nerd loser—]
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After a long moment though, he does lean a bit more into Rosso's subtle nuzzling.]
I just hope that wherever he ended up, he's alright.
[He didn't deserve to die sick, afraid, and alone. He probably doesn't trust a single person in the kingdom either, so if he did survive...he's going to be difficult. He'll be a problem for his caretakers, and honestly they fucking deserve it in his opinion for leaving Misha as another one of the forgotten. Maybe he will be an example for them to do better.
Maybe he'll find a family. Maybe he'll go on that adventure he wanted.]
I grew up alone. I wasn't gonna have the same thing happen to him.
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[Not that Rosso knows them too well other than saying "let me die" and one in particular going "no", but still. The tales and rumours don't write themselves.
He places another fluttery kiss to Adrian's cheek. This one lingers longer than the first one, and Rosso thinks, however briefly, that he might trail it to Adrian's lips before slightly backing off. Slightly. His breath still tickles Adrian's cheek as he speaks next.]
I think I like this soft, mushy side to you. It's cute as hell.
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Adrian chuffs, a huff through his nose and mouth, and kisses Rosso back for as long as he can manage before he's pulled away. It's considerably different, without his usual monster parts in the way.]
And if you tell anybody about it, I'll kill you.
[Or deny everything until his dying breath.
But most people know. If they've met Adrian and have had more than a single conversation with him...they know. He's a brute on the outside, aggressive and crass as a defense mechanism, but by night he volunteers at the orphanage and has date nights with his boyfriend. His coolness factor....is subjective.
He sighs as they sit there, his hand still resting on Misha's head. The sun will never set beyond the trees, no matter how much time they spend here.]
Prolly should...be careful how long we stay. But...it's kinda nice, havin' you home.
[It'd be even nicer in Rosso's world though, he thinks. Just find the kid and hop to another world, he'd fucking do it.]
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...
It might be nice, though, because at least Misha would be cared for. It's not Rosso's place to say.]
You can cut the simulation whenever you want, aegiya. I'll leave it up to you.
[Normally Rosso would say "we can sit here all day and make out" (he would not say this) (he'd just do it) but that's kind of hard with a kid on Adrian's lap. Don't swap spit in front of the child, y'all.]
If I do meet Misha for real, by the way, I'm gonna tell him that you're a big soft-hearted idiot. Better be prepared to kill me in one shot.
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[He's just glad that he was able to Do this. When he saw Misha in the maze...he nearly lost his mind. He wasn't sure how he was going to react, seeing him in the simulation. In reality, they're probably sitting in the center of a massive empty room...but for the time being, it feels like they're somewhere else entirely.
Adrian doesn't want to say that he doesn't think it's possible for Rosso to ever meet him. It's easier to think about hypotheticals. What if, right?]
Don't worry, I'd kill you instantly. I'd make it count.
[His antennae curl, similar to the way his tail might if he had it visibly right now.]
Misha would remember you as "that guy I met for five minutes before Adrian killed him".
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[Whoops, Rosso's stealing another kiss, this one more chaste and quick than the others have been.]
I was hoping he'd remember me more as "the guy that unveiled Adrian's soft side", or maybe "the guy that kicked Adrian's ass", honestly.
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[It's a good thing simulation-Misha is asleep, he would be begging for them to stop if he had to witness the cootie infestation currently going on.]
Oh so you're gonna kick my ass now? I see how it is.
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[kiss kiss kiss— fucking gross, honestly, you two need to get a Different room. One not in a simulation room with a simulation-Misha.]
You think I'm gonna stand there while you try and oneshot me? Absolutely not. I'm gonna make it a pain in your ass.
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[He snorts, bumping his head gently against Rosso's. He gives Misha's hair one last ruffle, trying his best not to linger on the image of him for too long as the simulation finally dissolved around them. It leaves them sitting in the center of the large room, back to being a Werewolf and a Manticore. It does at least mean Adrian is a lot softer to lean against as he reaches for Rosso's hand to hold.]
Wanna go back to my place? We can watch some more old movies. I think I got a couple you haven't seen yet.
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[Please someone bring movies to Elrios.]
...yeah, let's do that. We can reminisce about our collective idiots some other time.
[Like. Probably on the way home. Or on Adrian's futon. Or just in general— but at least now they both know what the other one's saying when he says "so and so did this". Misha being a gremlin is on display. Ventus being a fuckboy......... is also on display. Phenomenal.]
C'mon.
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[Maybe they can come back someday to reminisce about their idiots more. Adrian would suffer through all of Rosso's buddies if it meant he could see them again. That Adrian could see that annoyed look on his face, which he knows- 100%- is utter fondness for all of them.
Adrian gets up to his feet just a bit reluctantly, letting Rosso lead the way back outside. It's going to be jarring, leaving both Elrios and Perovskia behind, re-entering Ryslig the same way they left it.
But he thinks he'd much rather be here, if it means the two of them can be together.
...ugh. When did he get so fucking soft.]