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softness ruined me / never again will i be gentle. i will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows / i will remain rough.

can't go wrong with soju. maybe fruit flavored because it's summer? ( legs dangling, propping his sneaker—clad soles on the footrest of the barstool. ) i really like watermelon ... but peach is good too ... as long as it's not green +

( the bar turns out to be drastically less busy than he assumed. he guides the way to the counter and plops on a barstool. with heavy breaths, ecstasy courses through his veins, hands still quivering. ) mh ... what's your go—to drink?

you brought my dead heart back to life. it will keep beating.

( digits card through his tendrils to adjust his own hairstyle as well. ) we could always do both. i'm really good at aiming. you'd be impressed. ( a tight—lipped smile. ) yeah, c'mon! ( a casual tug on the latter's elbow before +

you’re planning to stay with me that long?

calais pressed his lips together to keep from saying anything in addition to that ——it’s still surprising to know the alpha waited all this time and never stopped loving him. sometimes it makes the omega feel undeserving of such devotion after the pain he put him through. +

( climbing off the bike, bouncing on his soles to showcase impatience. the ride is definitely to blame for the surge in his energy levels. ) if it happens again, memorize their registration plate and tell me. i'll track them down and +

good. you should keep flirting with me until we’re old and grey.

you keep telling me i am … i like hearing it.

oh?

that’s my good boy.

do it later.

then come back to bed.

hmmm … he’s responsible for it.