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Brat.

( His gaze softened, planting a kiss onto his forehead. ) Hello love..

( Looking all of you up and down. )

You're so annoying. ( He says, booping his nose. )

Lead the way dear.

( Being dragged, just happy to spend time w him. He'll never admit it though. )

Shut up... ( He mutters under his breath, his blush remaining on his face while his eyes dart away from him. )

Never been better. ( His face is as red as a tomato, crossing his arms. He hates feeling so flustered even after 10+ years of marriage. )

Sure. It sounds lovely.

( He stands there, all frozen. His blush only grows, his brows furrowing in anger. )

Anything really...

I would...like to do something. With you. ( He says, not daring to look at him. )

( He clears his throat, gulping a bit at the carressing. ) Sounds...sounds intresting.

( He turns his head to look at him before looking at the ground, clearing his throat. ) Are you...perhaps free right now?

( Wants to do something with his husband but he's too stubborn to ask. )

Sure, I dont mind. What are they called. ( Having his hands behind his back, looking all poised. )

( He's about to smother him in kisses. He needs to be classy. ) Ah I see, read anything nice?

Hm. How have you been? ( Trying to control himself. )

Yes love?