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“Leona--” Idia says his name with a drawn-out whine, his voice clinging to the last syllable as he pauses his game to look up at him.
The man in question is sitting on the couch behind him, one of his legs by Idia’s side so he could lean on it if he felt like it. The other is tucked comfortably underneath him, his arm resting on the back of the couch, but his free hand is tangled in Idia’s hair. Locs of fire curl and flick through his fingers, radiating a warm touch while simultaneously remaining cool against the palm of his hand. Idia’s hair is wispy and loose, the tendrils moving with a mind of their own as Leona pointedly ignores the younger man’s attempts at getting his attention as he massages his scalp.
Idia sighs, grumbling, uncrossing his gangly legs before stretching and folding them back.
“Leona,” he tries. Again with that lengthy whine. “I can’t focus on beating the boss if you keep touching my hair like that!” He complains, trying to bat at Leona’s fingers.
The beastman snickers. “Quit your yappin’ and get back to what you were doing. It’s not like I’m rearin’ your head back, am I?”
Idia huffs. “No, but--”
“Exactly. So you’ve got nothin’ to complain about.”
Instead of resuming his game though, Idia only rests the control aside to turn around fully in his seat on the floor.
His golden eyes are brimmed with dark bags but Leona doesn't particularly mind, raising a single arched eyebrow at his boyfriend's glum expression as he continues to card his fingers through Idia’s hair. The tips betray Idia’s outward appearance though, fading into a vibrant pink that gets a laugh from the prince and an undignified yelp from the Watchman.
Leona wraps one of the wandering flames around the palm of his hand, observing the way it licks at his skin before bringing it up to his lips. Idia squeaks again, turning back to face the television as he hides his eyes from view. Leona can’t help the way the corner of his lip twitches, bending down to rest his chin on Idia’s head. The fire moves away from him, loosening its form to frame his face instead.
Idia sighs, mumbling, “You’re like… Way too much. Your charisma stat has to be a cheat!”
“Ha! I’m offended you’d think I’d use some backhanded method like that,” he drawls, burying his nose in wispy strands before sitting back. “I’m hungry though so hurry up and finish this dungeon or I’m leaving without you.”
“No!” Idia cries, clearly shocked that Leona would even consider going to the cafe he’s been dying to try for weeks without him. “Give me two minutes; I’m aiming to beat a world record here.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Leona replies absently, his fingers not once leaving Idia’s hair.
(if anything, the tips only get pinker, so much so that by the time they leave idia looks nothing short of a fiery flamingo.)
FIN