— LUCA .
“UH huh. He’d totally crush you with his walker.” He teased, though the two of them both knew that Lucky very infrequently lost a fight. After all, who could ever compete against the chiseled muscles of his current counterpart, seeing as Luca practically STUDIED them whenever they were in bed together, pianist’s fingertips tracing along every sculpted tone and committing them to memory. Still, it was fun to tease. Arms reached up to loop around Lucky’s neck, fingers raking up against the back and settling upon curling against the taller’s scalp, losing themselves within the SEA of curls. “Mhmm. Exactly.” He purred with the affirmative nod of his head, giving a tilt of his head, “Trust me, it hasn’t slipped my mind.” In a fact, he worried CONSTANTLY about his friend’s wellbeing, something he expressed exhaustedly. He didn’t like that Lucky willingly hurt himself and others but how could he successfully protest against the other’s passion? “Though you are… pretty fucking distracting. It’s unfair, really.”
“ your lack of faith in me is hurtful, you know. i’ll remember that. ” if he had the talent for something gentler, something beautiful the way his friend did with the piano, he would’ve been thrilled. as it stood, though, his hands had never been destined for that kind of finesse. a pleased sound came from somewhere in the back of his throat at the feeling of luca’s hands in his hair, lucky’s own hands sliding around luca to settle flat against his back. “ mm, forget i brought it up, ” he said, giving a slight shake of his head as if he could will it away. he chose to focus more on luca instead, eyes trailing over his features. “ you’re one to talk, ” he murmured. “ i can barely focus. ” though an excess of compliments would usually cause the characteristic blush to bloom across his cheeks, that didn’t mean that lucky couldn’t silently appreciate them in the safety of his own mind.