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[judgementor]

[In all honesty, he expects to be pushed away. It would fit with how they usually do things, even if it isn't what he really wants right now. What he wants is, as it turns out... exactly what happens.

Red Wine and Steak are not strangers to one anothers personal space. When you've been with someone for so long such things become a minimal concern, but they have never... hugged. He presses his palms flat against Steak's back and huffs out a sharp breath through his nose, tolerating the strangeness of this for a few long moments before he moves himself away from it.

And he feels better. A little. More centred somehow.]

Come on, let's finish this book.

[A sharp subject change, but neither of them are too accustomed to opening up about their feelings. The entire exchange has left Red Wine feeling off-balance in unanticipated ways, and he keeps his back to Steak as he picks the book up from the bed and leafs through it until he finds the other Soul's writing.]

I assume you've managed to spell everything correctly.

[battlebound]

[ It's a welcome change of subject, something which he easily slips into because it's more like them. More like everything they've always been. He folds his arms and settles into the position Red Wine had occupied before, turned towards the room, red eyes following Red Wine's movements.

The calm and the relief disappear as quickly as the subject changes when Red Wine mutters that particular comment. ]

Wh— [ Rude. But typical. Typical is good. ] Do you think I'm illiterate?

[ That's too easy. ]

[judgementor]

You know my opinion on your general level of intelligence.

[Red Wine replies blithely, crossing one knee neatly over the other and resting the book against his thigh. He looks over what Steak has written, and... finds no real fault with it.]

It's sufficient. [He says, humming out the words softly.]

Are you finished?

[battlebound]

[ And for that remark, Red Wine gets a very obscene hand gesture and eye roll. ]

Good night, Red Wine.

[ He's out. ]