my fav sweetness trash: them chilling in each other’s room way before the other gets back just to piss them off, so either
gray coming back to his room to find reina on his bed, the blanket practically invisible under her unnecessarily layered clothes and damn long hair reina: ‘sup gray: get out
reina finally back in her room after a long day of war council meetings in which half the issues discussed were gray’s fault to begin with, and there he is, sprawled out on her bed, a dozen books scattered around it, feet propped up on a bunch of her finest pillows gray: you’re late reina: i’m gonna stab you gray: you tried that last week and how did that work out














