Hey, I get that. I'm nasty. But I'd still fight him on his own turf if you wanted me to.
[he grins back, exhaling]
It feels like I'm happy. Like I could stay here forever and not freak out about being trapped under you and your, jesus, really fine bedsheets, holy shit, what's the thread count on these babies?
You're just well seasoned. I'm just going to hang in there and hope you guys eventually make out in front of me.
[Oh god damn you're so cute. Rhys gives Betelgeuse an approving little head rub.]
Well, good. You can stay here forever, as long as you go dry shower a couple of times a week. You don't get to just febreeze yourself and call it done, okay?
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[He lets himself be pulled down though, leaning in close for a quick little kiss.]
Yeah? What exactly does it feel like, huh?
[Asked innocently. He knows you've been in love before. He kinda hopes that you also feel-- safe, I guess?]
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[he grins back, exhaling]
It feels like I'm happy. Like I could stay here forever and not freak out about being trapped under you and your, jesus, really fine bedsheets, holy shit, what's the thread count on these babies?
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[Oh god damn you're so cute. Rhys gives Betelgeuse an approving little head rub.]
Well, good. You can stay here forever, as long as you go dry shower a couple of times a week. You don't get to just febreeze yourself and call it done, okay?
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[he purrs, his head streaking in green where Rhys touches it]
You're gonna make me into some kinda sweet-smelling daisy.
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[The green is a welcome sight after all that sad sad purple. More head rubs! Rhys leans in to give him another little kiss.]
You're gonna have to be careful working in the greenhouse. All that green hair, smelling all flowery you might start attracting bees.
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Hyperion-yellow bees?