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[ifionlyhadthecourage]

WHO: A Lion and his Friends and possibly his Not Friends
WHERE: [vague hand gestures
WHEN: Spooky Month
WHAT: Catch-all, opens, etc-- Organization below the cut!
WARNINGS: tba if they happen

> OTA Trick or Treat Quest?
> Kyrie: He wears a costume and Caramia laughs at him

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[ifionlyhadthecourage]

"Of course not. Just when I see a skirt on you. There's a big difference there. And unless you start thinking to yourself that wearing skirts is something you want to do more often, it's probably going to always be something I think about."

And boy is he tempted to still ask what color they are!!!

He doesn't, however. Mostly because while Kyrie might be pouting and huffy, he's still put himself in prime position for hugs, so Caramia wrapped his arms around his dumb, grumpy boyfriend the best he could, humming to himself. Hopefully, this wasn't a permanent thing. Not because it would suck that Kyrie was stuck in something like that- which, it was- but mostly because, with the weather getting colder, it was unwise to be wearing something so revealing.

The thought made Caramia quickly find the blankets to drape over Kyrie.

"I certainly don't think so. But if I am, then what does that say about your tastes?"

[crowsigliere]

Alright, that really doesn't make anything better. How often it happens isn't nearly as relevant as the whole 'If I see you in a skirt, I'm going to immediately wonder what you're wearing under it' part. Honestly... And he calls himself a gentleman!

Kyrie lets the subject drop with only a muttered, "Pervert," that directly contrasts with the total lack of resistance to the arms that fold so comfortably around him. Despite all the embarrassment and complaints, it's still a hell of a lot earlier than he would care to be awake. He knows this. Caramia knows this. He even knows that Caramia knows this! It's pretty much a universal fact by now. Just let him lay here and pretend that he can forget any of this ever happened?

"My taste has nothing to do with it. If anything, it's a testament to how drastically my standards have fallen..."

It's hard to lie convincingly when he really just sounds like he's pouting--especially when he ends up looking the part the moment he lets his head tip to the side so his cheek can rest at the crook of his elbow. The straw collar may not be as forgiving as the hat, but... after a moment, between their shared warmth beneath the blanket, and the deep-rooted contentedness that comes with being so close, he does start to relax. His glare softens, then disappears entirely as he lets his eyes fall shut with a sigh.

"...You have absolutely no sense of self-preservation." His free arm reaches up to smack the pillow that Caramia's just... left over his face. Like a moron. "I could suffocate you just like this, and you would never see it coming. You shouldn't leave yourself so vulnerable, stupid lion."

[ifionlyhadthecourage]

Caramia, admittedly, clearly wasn't thinking when he said that. But? It made sense in his head, so clearly Kyrie could at least understand it! Right? ...Hm. Note to self: Maybe try to phrase things better in the future.

"O~h? Is that you saying I'm in good taste?" he cooed, happily, with a grin on his face akin to a child getting someone to fall for the old "do you have updog" joke. Was he finding the little things Kyrie was saying as ammo against him? Yes. Absolutely. "Grazie. I'm glad you think that."

Fortunately for Kyrie, he doesn't get to see his pout. Not without some kind of X-ray vision, anyway, and he couldn't exactly go ask Superman how he could hook a lion up with that anytime soon. But when Kyrie knocked the pillow off, Caramia's own eyes would've blinked open a few times, unreasonably tired looking for someone who had only been under that for a few seconds tops.

"Hmm... well, that's just not true," He shut his eyes again, adjusting his arms so he could hold Kyrie properly as he settled back down into the bed. "I'm comfortable with you here. You say "vulnerable", but when you're in my arms like this, I feel invincible. No bullet nor blade-- nor pillow-- could part me from you, tesoro."