@TheEchoHyperion He squinted at Rhys for the laughter, but ultimately decided that he’d deal with the costumes if it’d make him happy.
“Alright. Fine. Sure.”
@TheEchoHyperion He glanced around the bar, which was closed to patrons outside of friends. . . He would say family but his ma was dead.
“Only if you don’t lie and say I was little spoon. If anyone asks, we don’t spoon at all.”
But they most definitely do kiss, and that’s exactly —
@TheEchoHyperion The minute August whisked him away, he was gonna get the best cuddle of his life. Which is exactly why he didn’t even question him before lifting Rhys off of his feet with a lopsided smile.
“Do I look like some kinda taxi service to you?”
He joked.
@TheEchoHyperion Rhys was. . . Probably the most apologetically adorable partner he’d ever taken. Now, he wasn’t much one for openly gushing, but internally he was absolutely elated.
“Yeah, Yeah sure. . . [ Definitely ] big spoon.”
He rolled his eyes at him. . . But August was smiling.
@TheEchoHyperion Cute. It was. . . Likely pretty odd to experience August when he wasn’t stupidly grumpy. But for once, Sasha wasn’t a liar; August was just as soft as could be, and got easily attached.
“I have a couch, y’know. And a bed. Makes this whole. . . Affection thing easier.”
@TheEchoHyperion He smiled down at him, soft and almost. . . Sweet. August’s arm draped around Rhys with an exhale.
“Yeah, Yeah, Alright. . . I’m here.”
As if he didn’t spend an hour wondering if Rhys would swing by.