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“Oh really? Then prove it.”
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@jextervortex liked for a starter with RODEAUX
“Oh really? Then prove it.”
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It was much later in the day when Rodeaux came by in the flesh-- the bags under his eyes even more prominent than usual and looking haggard. It had been a long day at work...
“I’m gonna need that drink now.”
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“Was that a ‘ten’ I heard?” Rodeaux grinned down at Bari as he crouched over him.
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“Not warming up to the whole ‘cult’ thing, huh?”
“I wonder who could have predicted that. It would have to be a pretty smart guy to tell you what a dumb idea it was to join...”
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“Whaaaat? I’m definitely old enough! I’m not a kid anymore, Uncle Bari!”
jextervortex: “Hey Rodeaux, could we talk? One TEN to another?” ...
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15. Kiss in the rain
Rodeaux cursed as he both heard and felt the rain against his wing, which he had extended over his head like some kind of makeshift umbrella.
“Fucking weather-- perfectly nice all day until we have to leave,” he muttered. His other wing was extended over Bari, keeping them both as dry as possible, but it was all in vain; after walking this far, they were both soaked.
As they walked on, he cast a look over at Bari-- not that surprising, considering he spent a lot of time looking at Bari, probably more than he should. At that moment, it was like something in his brain short-circuited-- maybe it was normal, maybe it was seeing him soaking wet with water rolling off him, who could say? But Rodeaux stopped, grabbed Bari by the shirt to make him do the same, and pulled him into a brief but passionate kiss.
He let him go a moment later and continued walking on as if nothing had happened, leaving Bari to either follow and stay under his wing or get soaked.