why he keeps getting into fights..

debates which reason to give for a moment before grinning. "Cause it's fun!"

him the most unimpressed look he can muster.

steals a kiss. He doesn't know why Roderich is still surprised. He's a knight at heart, is he not? Battle is what he lives for.

- Regardless, he would rather Gilbert not get caught up in petty alcohol infused fights. "Did you get hurt?"

caught between showing off how strong he is, and having Roddy fuss over him. Hm.. "Not bad."

searches his face for any sort of scars. "Fool.." He frowns a bit, pinching Gilbert's cheek, hard.

doesn't have any scars. Maybe a split lip and a bruised jaw, but that was it. "Ow! The hell, Roddy." T_T

noticed the split lip and bruises. "You know I hate it when you get into fights." :/

nuzzles his cheek. "Yea, but I mean...a little barfight isn't as bad as a battle with swords and shit, right?"

- "It's just as bad. If less sophisticated." :/

guesses so. There was something more poetic about bloodshed. He missed it. "But it doesn't require bandages."

to agree with him there. "Even so." He shakes his head at him, sighing. "What am I going to do about you?"

grins "Kiss it all better?"

frowns, but he kisses the bruise on Gilbert's jaw.

super shocked and excited. Roddy never kissed anything better. "I've got a cut on my lip you know."

leans up to kiss his lips gently before quickly ducking back before Gilbert reacted. =w=

he's tricky... "I have a bruise on my stomach you know. Ribs too." He tugged the other close anyways.

lightly rubs Gilbert's stomach. "Poor thing." He starts walking again. "Next time you won't get into any fights, then."

tries not to whine, and tugs him close again. "But it's fun."

manages to duck out of tugging range. He smirks faintly. "Then kiss your own wounds."

...tackles him.

yelps.

grins ferally. "I'd rather kiss yours." He grazes his teeth along Roderich's neck lightly, holding him down.

shifts a bit, trying to get free from under him. Geez. At least they were home.. "I don't have wounds, thank you."

leans up to press his lips against Roderich's ears . "Not yet" He whispers, sliding his hands along Roderich's sides.

's breath catches in his throat at his words, his cheeks burning. ... Well. >////>

's fingers move to start unbuttoning his shirt, pressing bites and nips down Roderich's skin, as it's revealed.

reaches up to lightly comb his fingers through Gilbert's hair, watching him. "Mmh.." He moaned softly. Gilbert had stayed away for too long.

dips his tongue into Roderich's bellybutton, moving to push the shirt off his shoulders.

bites his lips, shrugging out of his shirt and helping him toss it aside.

kisses him softly as his hands slide across his skin. "I missed you, liebe."

- "I missed you too." He smiles against his lips, lightly nipping at his bottom lip.

makes a soft noise. It still hurt a little. "Oh yea?"

smirks faintly, sucking on his bottom lip. He knew it hurt a bit, but next time he would understand that it wasn't a good idea to get into-

-fights.

provoked. But regardless, he liked throwing Roddy off, so he moaned instead. Ha.

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