Someone frenzied outside the town and I had to deal with it before people got fucked up. The only reason I went on that expedition in the first place is 'cause someone had to keep people from dying out there. I don't care about any of this artifact preservation shit. I care about de-powering the Gods and all, but I don't understand anything we found out there.
[He hurts. Everything hurts. The more Adrian works with the wounds, the more they sting — blood and dirt and half-scabbed lacerations that make Rosso suck in a pained hiss through his teeth every time they're touched. It's the deep gouges in his legs that are the worst; if he were a crier, he would have bawled just from how bad it is.
He's lucky that, when he cut that bird's leg off, he didn't fall on his head. Rosso's great at jumping and moving through the air, and he was lucky to land on his feet like a cat with a bloody bird talon attached to him.]
It's not my place to get it. I'm gonna trust people aren't fucking stupid and do the right thing, or I'm gonna have more heads to lop off.
[Adrian...isn't so sure he trusts what's being done out there isn't going to cause them even more heartache in the future, but it isn't like this is something he has any sort of control over. But this? Taking care of his boyfriend? That much he can control.
And so he does, working carefully so he doesn't exacerbate already inflamed wounds. He's going to need to keep most if not all of them wrapped with gauze, at least until they heal up enough to not be stitch-requiring levels of deep and bad. It's methodic and motonous, and Adrian is thankful he has experience with this sort of thing from having to patch himself up in the desert. It's a necessity, learned through experience.
He reaches Rosso's face as he talks, his expression hard to read. After a long moment, he rests his forehead against Rosso's, looking back at him grave and silent.]
M'just glad you're okay. Don't care about that other shit.
[He worried for a minute there. There were a lot of things to fight, and that's why his "I love you" came in so rapidly and out of nowhere — he needed to make sure he said one last thing just in case the worst happened. Rosso's confident in his ability not to die, perhaps overconfident, but he's learnt that there are certain risks and things he could never be prepared for.
Like Mary, in Felfri. Like the many wars he never asked for. Like the El Explosion.
Now that the adrenaline has worn off, Rosso is starting to notice the pain. It's starting to come from everywhere now, not just his legs or the gashes on his torso, but his ear... Rosso raises a hand up to scratch at it only to pull it away with smears of blood.
Cool. Nice.]
Ugh. Stupid fucking... dumbass animals...
...
Fuck that place! Honestly! Hope you die, you stupid Fog god bitch!
Adrian frowns, noting the nick in his ear. He wonders if it will scar, and stay that way forever. Just another reminder of the shit they've been through, just like the scars on his face from being clawed across the eye or having glass shoved into his brain.
He brings up the cloth he's been using to clean Rosso's wounds after wringing-out and rewetting it, dabbing gently at his ear to try and clean the blood away.]
You and me both.
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...I love you too. By the way. Didn't get to say it before.
[It'll stay that way and he'll have a cool ear nick forever. It's probably charming, like the scar on his face from Felfri and the other scars everywhere just because he's Rosso and he comes equipped with those. It'll mostly be obscured by ear fluff, though.]
I'm just glad to be home, [he mutters as his ear flicks in protest, sorry he can't stop this,] you know. With this idiot I'm in love with.
[gross]
I need a fucking bath, though, and these clothes need to go right into the trash. I'm not going to even try saving them.
[GROSS...but that makes Adrian's tail flick, because cats don't really wag their tails, it's the same principle though.
Don't mind him as he leans in to kiss Rosso on the cheek, in the hopes of making him smile, just a little. He understands if he wants to keep being grumpy though, he has every right to be grumpy right now.]
Why don't we take one together? It'd be easier for me to wash all these cuts you got if you were sittin' in my lap.
[Rosso wants to continue being grumpy, but. Adrian kisses his cheek and then says "bath" and his ears stand Straight Up. He doesn't remember the last time they bathed together due to a timeloop, so. Uh. Yes please.]
Sounds good.
[He's going to Sound like he's not excited about this even though he's already going for his clothes, bye,]
...yeah. Before I make an ass of myself and fall on my fucking face.
[what's wrong with being face down ass up?
Rosso is going to finish taking off his ruined clothing, though, which is immediately going into the trash goodbye. He's not salvaging shit that's bloody, ripped, and dirty. You can hit one of these targets, not all of them.
After that, Adrian can pick him up. He still weighs like nothing.]
[Adrian waits for Rosso to fully strip down before he scoops him up in his arms, bridal-style because why not if Rosso is letting him? He's not undressed yet himself, but that will be something he fixes in short order as he makes his way to the bathroom, one arm curved around Rosso's back while the other supports beneath his legs.]
If it helps, I wouldn't tell anybody if you fell on your face. Not unless it was funny.
[Why would you ever Not carry Rosso bridal-style. (Why is this a thing people do to him, he wonders, he knows he's small but y'all...) Anyway, he's not complaining, Adrian can carry him as much as he wants because he's in love with this big oaf of a lion-man.
Adrian... cute. Adrian also warm. Boy... nice.]
Really? I'd tell everyone I know that you ate shit no matter how humiliating. [no he wouldn't.]
[Adrian rumbles as they make it into the bathroom, him reaching back with one of his feet to pull the door shut. Instead of setting Rosso down immediately, he's just gonna show off by shuffling him up onto his shoulder to hold there as he stoops down to get the bath water running.]
[Rosso is swooning yes thank you. He'd probably swoon harder and look more flustered if he weren't currently covered in cuts and dirt and bruises.]
Yeah.
[Just "yeah" because he's out of conversation juice, okay, he's had a long fucking day in hell. He cannot wait to be a wet dog. Get rid of the dirt, wash his hair out before it just becomes the consistency of hay... also bathe with his hot boyfriend because it's unfair he timelooped out of the first bath—]
[Yeah no, Adrian's done this all before. He's just happy he gets to see Rosso turn red over it all over again.]
A'ight, in you go.
[He gets Rosso back into his arms before lowering him down into the tub once it's been filled, waiting for him to settle before starting to strip, pulling his shirt off over his head first.]
I know my bath ain't super fancy, but. It'll prolly feel nice after the day you've had.
[Rosso does not care, man, he's been in this tub a million times and he is already sinking down into the water like he lives there. It's warm and it immediately helps soothe the painful ache of his muscles, though... as expected, hot water in open wounds does sting. He can tolerate it.
From where him and his flowing mess of hair have become one with the water, he looks up at Adrian, and there's an unsubtle movement beneath the water of a wagging tail. Yes. Strip for him. Show him your titties—
He's in too much pain to be this horny unfortunately. But damn.]
[At least Adrian's Thicc fur is enough to cover most of his nakedness, except for his tiddies. Those are still very much present and Out. As are the array of scars he's accumulated during his time in Ryslig, such as the big starburst on his side that doesn't often see the light of day. Once his clothing has all dropped to the floor, he climbs into the tub...settling behind Rosso, even though he could sit facing him, across from him. Nah, sorry, he wants to hold his little boyfriend in his lap thanks.]
Do you trust me to wash your hair, or are we not far enough in our relationship for that?
[Boyfriend soft and warm and covered in scars, which is apparently how Rosso likes his men. If Adrian's going to hold Rosso in his lap, Rosso's going to lay on him as much as possible and only move for stupid reasons such as "I need to wash the cut on your back" and "my leg is falling asleep babe".]
I let you scramble my guts with your big dick once, and we're not far enough in our relationship for you to wash my hair?
[He is. also joking, even if it sounds like he's... not... doing this.]
[Congratulations Rosso, your crudeness made Adrian choke on his own spit for once. Like, ROSSO....ISN'T WRONG, ADRIAN DID DO THAT...]
...h-hah. Fair 'nough.
[You're lucky you're too banged up for Adrian to jump your bones right now, Rosso, because he's just not going to remind himself too much of that night as he moves to pull his long hair through his claws to gently pull the tangles out of it, reaching for some kind of generic, nice smelling shampoo that Adrian keeps in his bathroom. It's probably lavender and honey or something.]
[You know when dogs are very happy with being petted and their ears sort of just flop? Yeah that's Rosso right now. What's that about being crass, who's crass, not him he's Content. He does have to sit up a bit so that Adrian can actually reach most of his hair... and if he somehow hasn't figured it out yet, he will soon realise exactly why Rosso spends like two hours on his hair every time he bathes. It... is big, and thick, and soft and shiny, and Rosso cares Very Much about it. When the tangles and grime are out of it, it'll be like silk.
Dogbrain however is taking over, so maybe less noticeable than just Rosso having nice hair is the fact that he's airplane-eared himself into relaxing for once. Congrats on your melty boyfriend Adrian.]
Adrian chuckles as Rosso becomes nothing more than a pile of doggy goo in his hands, pulling his claws gently through his hair over and over as he lathers it up and washes it clean. He even starts to hum lowly as the silence between them lapses, something he'd only ever do in front of Rosso, because something something boyfriend.]
Don't think I've ever seen you this calm. Unless you're sleepin', I guess.
[Disgusting. Gay. Rosso loves stuff like this, though, so he's more than happy to just let Adrian hum. It makes him feel grossly warm and mushy.]
Fuck are you on about? I'm calm often. [Rosso you scream at movies and blow up cars at the junkyard, that's not calm.] Just not when there's stupid shit happening or when someone pisses me off or if there's a giant fucking bird trying to eat me.
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Someone frenzied outside the town and I had to deal with it before people got fucked up. The only reason I went on that expedition in the first place is 'cause someone had to keep people from dying out there. I don't care about any of this artifact preservation shit. I care about de-powering the Gods and all, but I don't understand anything we found out there.
[He hurts. Everything hurts. The more Adrian works with the wounds, the more they sting — blood and dirt and half-scabbed lacerations that make Rosso suck in a pained hiss through his teeth every time they're touched. It's the deep gouges in his legs that are the worst; if he were a crier, he would have bawled just from how bad it is.
He's lucky that, when he cut that bird's leg off, he didn't fall on his head. Rosso's great at jumping and moving through the air, and he was lucky to land on his feet like a cat with a bloody bird talon attached to him.]
It's not my place to get it. I'm gonna trust people aren't fucking stupid and do the right thing, or I'm gonna have more heads to lop off.
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And so he does, working carefully so he doesn't exacerbate already inflamed wounds. He's going to need to keep most if not all of them wrapped with gauze, at least until they heal up enough to not be stitch-requiring levels of deep and bad. It's methodic and motonous, and Adrian is thankful he has experience with this sort of thing from having to patch himself up in the desert. It's a necessity, learned through experience.
He reaches Rosso's face as he talks, his expression hard to read. After a long moment, he rests his forehead against Rosso's, looking back at him grave and silent.]
M'just glad you're okay. Don't care about that other shit.
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[He worried for a minute there. There were a lot of things to fight, and that's why his "I love you" came in so rapidly and out of nowhere — he needed to make sure he said one last thing just in case the worst happened. Rosso's confident in his ability not to die, perhaps overconfident, but he's learnt that there are certain risks and things he could never be prepared for.
Like Mary, in Felfri. Like the many wars he never asked for. Like the El Explosion.
Now that the adrenaline has worn off, Rosso is starting to notice the pain. It's starting to come from everywhere now, not just his legs or the gashes on his torso, but his ear... Rosso raises a hand up to scratch at it only to pull it away with smears of blood.
Cool. Nice.]
Ugh. Stupid fucking... dumbass animals...
...
Fuck that place! Honestly! Hope you die, you stupid Fog god bitch!
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Adrian frowns, noting the nick in his ear. He wonders if it will scar, and stay that way forever. Just another reminder of the shit they've been through, just like the scars on his face from being clawed across the eye or having glass shoved into his brain.
He brings up the cloth he's been using to clean Rosso's wounds after wringing-out and rewetting it, dabbing gently at his ear to try and clean the blood away.]
You and me both.
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...I love you too. By the way. Didn't get to say it before.
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I'm just glad to be home, [he mutters as his ear flicks in protest, sorry he can't stop this,] you know. With this idiot I'm in love with.
[gross]
I need a fucking bath, though, and these clothes need to go right into the trash. I'm not going to even try saving them.
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Don't mind him as he leans in to kiss Rosso on the cheek, in the hopes of making him smile, just a little. He understands if he wants to keep being grumpy though, he has every right to be grumpy right now.]
Why don't we take one together? It'd be easier for me to wash all these cuts you got if you were sittin' in my lap.
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Sounds good.
[He's going to Sound like he's not excited about this even though he's already going for his clothes, bye,]
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Adrian snorts, moving to stand...but he pauses, watching Rosso as he moves.]
I can carry you, if you want.
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[what's wrong with being face down ass up?
Rosso is going to finish taking off his ruined clothing, though, which is immediately going into the trash goodbye. He's not salvaging shit that's bloody, ripped, and dirty. You can hit one of these targets, not all of them.
After that, Adrian can pick him up. He still weighs like nothing.]
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If it helps, I wouldn't tell anybody if you fell on your face. Not unless it was funny.
[It's not as funny when he's hurt like this.]
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Adrian... cute. Adrian also warm. Boy... nice.]
Really? I'd tell everyone I know that you ate shit no matter how humiliating. [no he wouldn't.]
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[Adrian rumbles as they make it into the bathroom, him reaching back with one of his feet to pull the door shut. Instead of setting Rosso down immediately, he's just gonna show off by shuffling him up onto his shoulder to hold there as he stoops down to get the bath water running.]
I'll hafta remember that for next time.
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Yeah.
[Just "yeah" because he's out of conversation juice, okay, he's had a long fucking day in hell. He cannot wait to be a wet dog. Get rid of the dirt, wash his hair out before it just becomes the consistency of hay... also bathe with his hot boyfriend because it's unfair he timelooped out of the first bath—]
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A'ight, in you go.
[He gets Rosso back into his arms before lowering him down into the tub once it's been filled, waiting for him to settle before starting to strip, pulling his shirt off over his head first.]
I know my bath ain't super fancy, but. It'll prolly feel nice after the day you've had.
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From where him and his flowing mess of hair have become one with the water, he looks up at Adrian, and there's an unsubtle movement beneath the water of a wagging tail. Yes. Strip for him. Show him your titties—
He's in too much pain to be this horny unfortunately. But damn.]
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Do you trust me to wash your hair, or are we not far enough in our relationship for that?
[He is joking, mostly.]
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I let you scramble my guts with your big dick once, and we're not far enough in our relationship for you to wash my hair?
[He is. also joking, even if it sounds like he's... not... doing this.]
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...h-hah. Fair 'nough.
[You're lucky you're too banged up for Adrian to jump your bones right now, Rosso, because he's just not going to remind himself too much of that night as he moves to pull his long hair through his claws to gently pull the tangles out of it, reaching for some kind of generic, nice smelling shampoo that Adrian keeps in his bathroom. It's probably lavender and honey or something.]
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Dogbrain however is taking over, so maybe less noticeable than just Rosso having nice hair is the fact that he's airplane-eared himself into relaxing for once. Congrats on your melty boyfriend Adrian.]
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Adrian chuckles as Rosso becomes nothing more than a pile of doggy goo in his hands, pulling his claws gently through his hair over and over as he lathers it up and washes it clean. He even starts to hum lowly as the silence between them lapses, something he'd only ever do in front of Rosso, because something something boyfriend.]
Don't think I've ever seen you this calm. Unless you're sleepin', I guess.
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Fuck are you on about? I'm calm often. [Rosso you scream at movies and blow up cars at the junkyard, that's not calm.] Just not when there's stupid shit happening or when someone pisses me off or if there's a giant fucking bird trying to eat me.
[so
you're not calm often.]
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[Adrian reminds him as he gently rubs the pads of his fingertips into Rosso's scalp.]
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[yeah but you still yell at movies sir. Anyway, the longer this goes on, the more Rosso starts to slump like he might just fall asleep. He is Tired.]
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Take a nap, jagi. I'll make sure you don't drown.