[ Hey, he'll never turn down a hug. Or a hot chick in his lap, but that's not even registering right now. His arms come up around Lup, burying his face in her shoulder for a moment trying to uncoil. ]
I know you will. It's one of the reasons you're my favorite. I'm just fucking pissed we're even having this conversation.
[ He sighs heavily, hoping this mood passes quickly. It sucks. ]
It'll be fine. Ianchus seems cool, or... I never really know what to do with it when people offer to be eaten, as if that'd solve the problem. It wouldn't, it'd just make me a murderer. But he meant well.
Mood, [Lup murmurs at least a little less angrily against him while her hand moves to the back of Drake's head, tugging him close. After the time apart, they deserve this moment, this brief, quiet second of peaceful rest.]
Weird, but I'm not too surprised. We've got a lot of those on our little island. [Including the two of them, let's just be honest.]
You're good, alright? Us together means we're always good.
Yeah, I'm good. I didn't hurt anyone, once everybody popped back Nick took care of it, and now you're back and you make a terrifying bodyguard. I was a little weak, that's all. Now I'm just angry.
[ He lets Lup hold him, not feeling any particular need to lean back yet. These days he's pretty touch-starved anyway. ]
Could use a new glamour, though. I don't rock the blonde like you.
Good. Best damn bodyguard you'll ever need. You're good. We both are.
[Whens he has her fill, Lup finally gives Drake his space back, but considering how close they are, she doesn't move far, some part of her always in contact.
Especially at that next part. She grins and raises a hand, wiggling her fingers for show, before she's running them through Drake's hair. And good as new. Now they aren't so matchy.]
I think you're hot blond, but to be fair, you're hot in anything. So this works.
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I know you will. It's one of the reasons you're my favorite. I'm just fucking pissed we're even having this conversation.
[ He sighs heavily, hoping this mood passes quickly. It sucks. ]
It'll be fine. Ianchus seems cool, or... I never really know what to do with it when people offer to be eaten, as if that'd solve the problem. It wouldn't, it'd just make me a murderer. But he meant well.
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Weird, but I'm not too surprised. We've got a lot of those on our little island. [Including the two of them, let's just be honest.]
You're good, alright? Us together means we're always good.
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[ He lets Lup hold him, not feeling any particular need to lean back yet. These days he's pretty touch-starved anyway. ]
Could use a new glamour, though. I don't rock the blonde like you.
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[Whens he has her fill, Lup finally gives Drake his space back, but considering how close they are, she doesn't move far, some part of her always in contact.
Especially at that next part. She grins and raises a hand, wiggling her fingers for show, before she's running them through Drake's hair. And good as new. Now they aren't so matchy.]
I think you're hot blond, but to be fair, you're hot in anything. So this works.