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[afineknight]

[ Crois laughs softly as well, tiredly lifting a hand to rest at the back of Tyr's head. ]

[leonheartedly]

[his fingers flex against Crois' chest when he's done, then just stays there for now]

Christ. [mumbled into his shoulder]

[afineknight]

Told you we'd have fun.

[leonheartedly]

Shameless.

[afineknight]

Hey, I came back to life yesterday. Who wouldn't be shameless?

[leonheartedly]

[he lifts his head and shifts up, enough that he can kiss him lightly]

It's not a complaint.

[afineknight]

[ mimicking him, playfully: ]

"I already did that one."

[leonheartedly]

[he huffs]

Well I did. How was I supposed to know you were into this?

[afineknight]

I'm a scientist. Any scientist who says they are not into this sort of thing is a liar.

[leonheartedly]

. . . no wonder you want me to try all the lights.

[afineknight]

And now you want to try all the lights.

[leonheartedly]

I might want to try all the lights.

[he chuckles, kissing him again] Being a plant is more fun than I thought.

[afineknight]

Ha. I thought you'd have fun with it.

[leonheartedly]

You should give it a shot later, see if your results match up with mine. For science.

[afineknight]

You do know how I feel about science.

[leonheartedly]

I might have changed my opinion a little.

[afineknight]

See? Science isn't so bad.

[leonheartedly]

[he huffs out a laugh]

Sometimes. In very specific circumstances with specific people.

[afineknight]

[ He laughs again, just shaking his head. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he kind of doesn't want to move despite the tight squeeze, but - ]

Which light do you want me to try next?

[afineknight]

I'll have to think about it. For now . . . pink.

[leonheartedly]

Ah, that's right. Simple researcher.

[he's very clearly teasing. He steals a kiss before getting up]

Want to wait here while I find one? Should be quick.

[afineknight]

Yes. I should clean up around here, anyway.

[ He pushes himself up into a sitting position, looking around for his shirt. ]

[leonheartedly]

[making himself presentable again. A presentable plant.

If he's taking his time because he's watching Crois, though - well, shut up]

[afineknight]

[ He stumbles off the bed, pulling his pants back on before muttering to himself as he scoops his shirt up off the ground. ]