// not yet corpses, still we rot //
“Hmm.” Varus murmurs as if he’s questioning it. Regardless, he shows off – her gaze flickering over his upgrade with the upgrade of her own and he’s more than content to let her keep looking, to inspect him both in and out if she so wished to. (And perhaps that’s on the agenda when they get back home). For now, though, he squeezes her hand when she’s done, a soft fanged smile lingering on his lips as she presses a kiss to the cold metal.
A bright laugh leaves him at her nickname for the disk, though, a grin cutting sharply across his features. “A very dangerous frisbee.” He agrees with a wink. “Took a little bit of time but I’m getting back into it.” He tugs her closer with the hand still connected to hers, moving to wrap his arm around her shoulders again to continue the walk home. “And you’re becoming quite the leader, aren’t you?” He bounces his brows a couple of times with that same crooked, almost shit eating grin.
A bright laugh leaves him at her nickname for the disk, though, a grin cutting sharply across his features. “A very dangerous frisbee.” He agrees with a wink. “Took a little bit of time but I’m getting back into it.” He tugs her closer with the hand still connected to hers, moving to wrap his arm around her shoulders again to continue the walk home. “And you’re becoming quite the leader, aren’t you?” He bounces his brows a couple of times with that same crooked, almost shit eating grin.
VARUS
