It wasn't as if Caramia had expected the help from Kyrie, but that didn't stop him from being disappointed nonetheless, topped off with an annoyed huff at his response. He knew full well that Kyrie put together that there was definitely something up with the wheat that was affecting Caramia differently-- he probably even knew what and was just being a shit about it.
Although, it made sense, considering this place seemed much more catered to him than it did to Caramia. But on the same token, it was frustrating. It wasn't like he was a threat after all, right? He thought it was pretty here, even. Comforting, really, to see a place that felt so much like home in more ways than one.
And to be so inhibited hurt for some reason.
But when Kyrie went to reach down for his pistol, Caramia reached forward to grip his arm instead. After a brief moment to adjust himself, he gave Kyrie a sharp tug forward, rolling onto his back to catch his awful, terrible, no good, very bad boyfriend in a hug anyway. Sorry, Kyrie, you live here now.
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Although, it made sense, considering this place seemed much more catered to him than it did to Caramia. But on the same token, it was frustrating. It wasn't like he was a threat after all, right? He thought it was pretty here, even. Comforting, really, to see a place that felt so much like home in more ways than one.
And to be so inhibited hurt for some reason.
But when Kyrie went to reach down for his pistol, Caramia reached forward to grip his arm instead. After a brief moment to adjust himself, he gave Kyrie a sharp tug forward, rolling onto his back to catch his awful, terrible, no good, very bad boyfriend in a hug anyway. Sorry, Kyrie, you live here now.