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ok here we go, yayayyayayyayyayayayya ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You know what I mean!” He gives me a nod that basically says you’re insane to me, which kind of ticks me off but that's my brother after all. Super annoying and such. I open my mouth to say something, my face still a little red but who cares about that.. It’s hot in here… Yeah. Before I can speak a sentence, Chance, our bartender comes skipping over joyfully. “Hi guys! What are we talkin’ about today?” He smiles brightly, my usual– I dunno what you’d call it– Chaotic? Expression softened as I ruffled his hair. “It’s nothing, kid. Don’t worry about it.” My brother nods in agreement, shooting Chance a small smile. Chance’s wings flutter slightly.. Hold up, I didn’t mention he’s a green sweat bee, I honestly don't know what that is but that’s what he is. On with the story. His antenna twitch as he gives us a confused look at our identical stance. You know, the stuff I usually pull, arms crossed, shoulders squared. Whatever it is doesn't matter. I sigh, throwing my tie over my shoulder, since the dangling was annoying me, following that by adjusting the one suspender I keep up. Carlos follows suit, though he unties his tie, and also— adjusts his suspenders, both being up. “Look, kiddo. Everything's fine, I promise.” I smile softly at him, folding my wings back, attempting to look relaxed. “Okay! Well… Can I have a hug from both of you before I continue at the bar?” He asks sweetly, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Wha— yeah, why not.” He immediately launches into me and Carlos’ arms, letting out a small happy squeal. Carlos laughs, softer than usual, running his fingers through his hair briefly. I pat Chance’s back, placing a kiss on his temple. “Everything’s fine, I swear on my life.” “I believe you.” “Good.” “Love you, Kamori.” “Right back attcha, Kiddo.” I ruffle his hair right before I pull away, “Okay, I have to deal with business now.” I state simply, not realizing how fluffed my feathers are, shoot, not good. Carlos gives me a look, that basically says idiot, I return it with a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of my neck. “Well! Bye!” I quickly dash out the door, rolling up my sleeves and my wings immediately flare out, in… Just… Anger. Pure, blazing anger. I reach the gates and storm through it, meeting face to face with Rowan. “Afternoon, love.” He says with a smirk, hands behind his back, dark curls falling over his forehead. “Forget you!” I immediately snap back, fuming. “Love you too, darling~” He says with this SILLY flirtatious tone. “Don’t you dare, Ashedown!” I shout, yelling his last name with pure hatred. He hums, tapping his chin, his dragon's wings fluttering with amusement. I don’t even think, I just move, hands finding the collar of his long coat, yanking him closer to me, our noses basically touching. “You nuisance. Get OFF my land.” His smirk faltered for half a second, and I can see a tint of red in his cheeks, though I know I'm burning red as well. “Awfully close, huh?” Rowan hisses, smirk returning at its full glory, his tail smacking the back of my thighs lightly, teasingly, annoyingly. “What do you want from me?” I snarl back instantly, my wings flared with aggression, trying to be bigger even though I know I’m way smaller than him. I hate how freakishly close he is, I hate how I want to pull away, I hate how I don’t want to move away, I hate how I like this… I hate how I love this. I hate how I know he feels the exact same, darn, way. His pupils widen for a second, before he leans closer, breath warm on my neck, his fingers digging into my waist. “Careful, love.” He murmurs dangerously, “Your thoughts are very loud.” I freeze at the closeness, he’s pressed against me, his tail thrashing, and for the first time… I don’t know what I feel. “Ka…Mori?” I hear a soft innocent voice from behind me. Chance. “Am I interrupting something?” He asks, wings fluttering uncertainty. “YEAH.” Of course he shows up, of course. Me and Rowan shoot back, shoving each other away and attempting to gather our composure. He squeaks, and hides slightly behind a pillar, which makes me flinch. I hate scaring him. I rub the back of my neck, cheeks flushed red. “I— uh, sorry kid.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
