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[judgementor]

"Leave a message. If it's important, I'll get back to you."

*beep*

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[battlebound]

[ Of all the changes to Red Wine, Steak thinks this nocturnal behaviour may be the worst. It's no longer a simple dislike of the sun, or sensitivity to its brightness, but an actual imposition to their teamwork.

As he stands, Steak's hand shifts, reaching for Red Wine's and squeezing it. A brief, firm touch, the same thing which has calmed him since their bond was made official in this city. The only reassurance he can give Red Wine right now. ]

Good night.

[judgementor]

Hmn.

[A warm drink, maybe.

He squeezes Steak's hand in turn, and he holds the back of it to his chest as he leans down and touches his lips to the spot where he'd brushed those hairs aside only moments earlier.

An impulse answered. Red Wine has precious few impulses these days that aren't dangerous in some way, and this soft one is quickly followed.]

Good night.

[battlebound]

[ If Red Wine's cold fingers were enough to stir Steak into wakefulness, the brief touch of lips to his forehead has him frozen but for a small noise of shock which escapes his mouth.

What... just happened?

Perhaps it's good for Red Wine that it's also enough to loosen Steak's grip on his hand, giving him a moment to slip away.

And perhaps, by the time he wakes up, Steak will have convinced himself that there's no way it could have ever happened. ]