“Why’re you guys dressed like bees?” Laguna asked, shaking around a handful of peanuts before tossing them back into his mouth. He couldn’t understand why the cocktail waitress he had addressed was so under-enthused about working this awesome party. She rolled her eyes.
Basch caressed the stubble on Auron’s chin with a thumb and allowed himself a small, sad smile for the both of them. “Of that I am no stranger.”
He took Auron into his arms, sighing at the sweet heat of his body, and no words were said for the longest time.
okay that's enough for me
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