CoR Going Awooo(ut) tonight

[Hollow glade]

Location

A high end exclusive club

As written by @Knosis and @Hollow glade

Weeks had gone by since the wars between the Bloodstones and Scions raged, leaving the former the victor and Rowan eradicated from the picture. Sebastion had warned the man that his fate would be bleak if he tried, and the white haired man had been right. He had honestly tried to persuade him to alternate from his course, but alas. Much to his father’s dismay, Rowan fell and left a gaping hole in the Beaumont family business. Father had let him know exactly how displeased he was with him for two days before sending him back to this god forsaken city.

Sebastion kept a low profile, kept his head down in case the Bloodstones somehow came across his connection to the Scions. The concern was more that they’d mistaken him as a Scion.

But tonight, Sebastion was given orders to go back out and begin looking for replacements for Rowan. Whatever it took, his father said.

The white haired man dressed sharply, his suit freshly pressed and tailored to his exact fit. He smiled at himself in the mirror, but he couldn’t exactly make it reach his eyes.

The music at the club was loud enough to bleed into the street. Dozens of other young werewolves and vampires alike waited in line to get in, some not so lucky to get by the bouncers with their fake IDs.

Outside, it was a bit chilly. There was a lot of noise, voices and laughter. Kóri was well on their way to becoming very overwhelmed. Which meant they really, really wanted a drink, and a smoke. But if they started smoking now they were definitely Not getting in. Or so they thought. This was the fanciest place they had ever been, and seen. They were wearing a very short silver dress that hugged their figure, with an open back, a cropped puffy jacket and black boots with metal accent pieces here and there . Cheap jewelry here and there, they couldn't do much about that. The only quality pieces they owned were their iridescent snake bite piercings. Their makeup… helped. A full face of pale foundation and contour, graphic eyeliner and eyeshadow that highlighted their dark brown eyes with blue colors and glitter.

They liked to think they looked the part. But did they pass well enough to get in? This club, whatever it was called, they could not read it well enough .. was expensive. Soooo Kóri had had to resort to flirting with one of the bouncers in broken Lutetian, and the tall woman looked like she was quickly getting very fed up with their antics.

Sebastion had already taken his suit jacket off, the unseasonably warm weather had made it uncomfortable to wear outside so soon after the sun had gone down. He had it slung gracefully over his shoulder, holding it delicately with two fingers.

He didn’t have to wait in line. He never did. He simply strode towards the front, where he saw someone attempting to flirt with the bouncers to get in. A smooth smile spread across his face as he strode up behind Kori.

“Ah, there you are, dear. I’ve been looking for you~” He said in Lutetian. He then looked up at the bouncer and gave her a shy grin. “Sorry, they’re with me. Mind letting us in?~” He reached into his pocket and slipped the bouncer some cash.

In Aanarian in a dialect most commonly used by those who learned the language, he added. “Can’t deny anyone any fun, now can we?” He winked, offering an arm to the stranger.

The bouncer looked from Sebastion to Kóri, who was staring with their eyes wide at Mr. Rich, handsome and ACTUALLY SPEAKING AANARIAN like they were seeing a calf with two heads.

Opportunities were to be pounced on, though, so Kóri held on to his arm. Just from the touch they could tell the fabric was expensive and with reason. It was a bit obvious that this was very improvised, but they didn't have a reason not to anymore, so they let the two of them in.

“You actually speak Aanarian? What the fuck dude?? I could KI- er… Hug you, I thought these kind of things only happened in movies! Thank you so much, this place is awesome~” Said a very excited Kóri, barely not tripping over their own words. The only other person they could talk to normally was their boring as fuck uncle. So hell yeah this opportunity was all theirs to take, and they did Not let go of Sebastion’s arm even though they were inside.

Sebastion gently tucked Kori’s arm close to his side, walking inside. He of course would let go should Kori decide they wanted to run off. He laughed, a warm bell-like laugh at Kori’s surprise. “Yes, I do speak Aanarian, though I may be a tad on the erm.. Rusty side.” He said, smiling.

“It is my absolute pleasure~ I would simply dread it if you couldn’t enjoy the evening. I take great delight at seeing everyone else being able to relax and dance the night away~” He stopped by the bar. “My name is Sebastion. May I have the pleasure of knowing who’s lovely presence I am graced with today?”

“Nobody else in this damn city speaks a lick, and you aren't rusty don't be modest! How come you speak it??” Said Kóri first, almost stumbling over their own words from how fast they were speaking.

His absolute pleasure? Kóri stared at him, bemused and more than a little suspicious.

“I’m… Kóri. Hm. Are you one of those people who work at clubs so people will buy drinks and stuff? No shade if you are. But… I have like no money, so you’re also wasting your time if you are.” They said, tightening their grip around Sebastion’s arm more than a bit while they waited for his response with squinted eyes.

Sebastian’s ruby hues showed amusement. “I travel quite a bit for my line of work. I must learn the languages of clients in order to properly conduct business.” He turned and ordered a drink. “It is a pleasure to meet with you Kori, and no. I’m not one of the employees here from the club. Would you like a drink?” He asked, his voice like velvet the entire time. He never once seemed as though he had been offended by the question or the thought process.

“Or would you rather dance now? Either way is fine, and should you decide on the former.. I’m willing to pay for your entire evening, my dear. You are, after all, my guest for the evening.” He winked.

My dear?? Kóri blushed a little. Had they actually managed to charm a millionaire or something? You could be rich without getting there. But this place was already looking expensive as hell.

“I would love a drink, but- why? I mean… like are you expecting anything in return or something like that?. I'm all for a good time, but come on, put yourself in my shoes.” They said, happy to keep talking to Sebastion in Aanarian.

“This is kinda sus, and I know I’m hot. But not enough that you'd just- take me in as a guest?. Unless that's normal. Spoiler, I'm not from here! But you knew that already.” They said with a nervous smile, fretting and getting cold feet now even though they were already inside. And they definitely wanted to get more than one drink and dance a LOT.

The white haired man simply chuckled lightly, a hint of sadness in the tone. ’You’re free from any cage. Let me see how it is like to live freely through your eyes.’ He thought, and what he wanted to say. But he was used to this line of questioning, as what Kori said was true. Many of his guests had always been suspicious of his generosity, wondering what Sebastion wanted out of the exchange. He had answered them all just the same, and Kori would be no different.

“I simply wish for you to have a good time. There are no drawbacks, no expectations, no catch as they say. I am allowed one guest per evening to dote upon them as I see fit. You caught my eye with your dazzling splendor, and I wish to spend my time and evening with you as much as you would let me and simply make sure you enjoy yourself.”

Sebastion tilted his head. “Is that okay?”

Was it? Kóri watched him, looking into his eyes. He who smelled like wolf but… very faintly. Who maybe? If their ears weren’t failing them, was at least a little bit sad.

“It's fucking weird, but… hell yeah! I guess if you kidnap me later for my dazzling pelt, at least don't make it painful?” They joked, trying to relax. Maybe they’d gone with a bit of a dark comment though.

“Let's go get drinks? I don't know what’s good here. But I need something a bit strong so I can relax. And then we can dance? I love dancing.” They said, still through all of this holding on to Sebastion’s arm.

Another true bell-like laugh. “As spectacular as your pelt may be, I prefer it remain on you and not harmed. Promise.” He gently patted their arm. He was silent for a moment, thinking about the drinks to order Kori. “For your drink… Do you like sweet drinks or sour? Or any other flavor, of course. I like trying to guess what drink you might like~” He said. “Then after you’ve enjoyed what drinks you’ve wanted, we can go dance.” He agreed.

They nodded. “Hm, I don't like super concentrated diabetes-giving drinks. Sour or spicy is better! So, surprise me? I like to think I'm sweet enough already.” They joked, now winking back at Sebastion and sticking their tongue out at him for a brief moment.

He nodded in return, turning back to the bartender who was in the process of making Sebastion’s first drink and placed a second order.

After a few minutes of waiting, Sebastion returned and handed Kori a glass that faded from orange to red, salt rimming the glass.

“Hopefully this will do for you.” He said.

They took a cautious sip and then licked their lips. “It's great! Thank you. And trust me, eh, never worry it's not enough. You don't want to know what my stupid teenage self got dared into drinking and doing. And I survived, so… toast? To being hot and not pelt hunters” They said, lifting their glass to clink against Sebastion’s own.

Sebastion chuckled softly before clinking his glass gently on Kori’s and taking a drink. “So you’re obviously not from around here. This city is notorious for those who wish for new beginnings, but always has a way for the past to catch up to you if you aren’t careful, hm.” He took another sip of his drink. “What brings you to Lutetia if you don’t mind me asking?” He smiled at someone who waved at him and waved back as they passed, but his attention was fully on Kori.


That confirmed this guy must be a regular here or something. Damn, impressive. But also, less possibilities of him being a psychopathic weirdo if people knew him. So Kóri noted that and relaxed even more.

“I didn't want to come. My village in Aanar is being pulled into a huge conflict that is very likely to imply a war. So most of the people under 25? We all got sent away to different places.” Kóri paused to take a sip of their drink.

“Now I work for a family friend who owns a grocery store in exchange for food, sometimes, a shitty bedroom and him calling me mutt or beast all the damn time.” They said with a groan. And proceeded to drink over half of their glass. They were supposed to forget about idiot Thorje. Not dwell on his awful personality.

Sebastion’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I see.” He said, the velvet dropping for a moment to show true concern. “Aanar is constantly in a state of upheaval. I’m sorry it has come to your home.” He stated.

“As for your.. Family friend..” He said it with such venom that seemed unlike him up to this point. “He sounds absolutely awful. You deserve way better, and you deserve to be paid for your work. Perhaps..” He cut himself off, lost in thought for a moment. “Mmm. Maybe. Either way-” He continued as if he had spoken outloud his thoughts. “Let us forget him for tonight. Maybe later, we can solve your ‘friend’s’ attitude.”

He downed the remainder of his drink, apparently intent to also forget things tonight. “Would you like another-” He pointed to Kori’s nearly empty glass.

The changes in his tone didn't escape Kóri’s ears, trained to tell the difference between the steps of a rabbit, a squirrel or a little bird. Dressed up or not, they were a hunter. And they had thought themself prey tonight, but maybe it wasn't as straightforward as it seemed. The cracks or slips in the mask were interesting to say the least, and it pleased Kóri to know their story could wrench enough feeling to see through to Sebastion's true self. If that was what was happening, of course. So they’d study Sebastion a bit more. And for that… they downed the rest of their drink.

“Yeah! Let's get another one. And don't be mad about Thorje's bitter ass. If you frown to much you’ll get wrinkles” They joked, leaning their head on their hand and their body against the bar. “And you’re way too pretty to risk that.” They added by the end, flashing a bright grin at their new..m friend? At least friend for the night.

“Excellent!” Sebastion cheered up almost instantly and ordered two more drinks. “And please, you flatter me. I am merely a man in decent clothes. My mother always did say the suit makes the man, and well.. Perhaps it is my only advantage. You, however, look absolutely stunning. You could be a model or something similar if you’d like.”

They took another big sip from their drink, already feeling the warmth of alcohol in their belly.

“Model? Psh, flatterer. I am trying to be a sort of influencer. But I doubt I could model anything… you look snatched in the suit. And your face is gorgeous. So don't try to avoid the compliments.” They said, insisting a little bit. He was like seriously hot, there was no way he didn't know it. Right?. Hm.

Sebastion gave a soft ‘hm’ and a smile. “I suppose we all have our opinions. I do appreciate the compliment, though.” He said, sounding as though he didn’t exactly agree with Kori, but he wouldn’t continue to fight them on the matter.

“An influencer though? I’m sure you’ll do well! And you could model anything if given the chance, I bet. Perhaps I could take you shopping some day and prove it to you, hm?” He suggested. “What platforms do you use?” He took out his phone and waited for Kori to give the information. There was a brief scowl on his face as he swiped away at a message from his notification bar.

Take them shopping? Wow, for real? Kóri perked up at the idea and let the topic of Sebastion not appreciating his own hotness be.

“I use pictogram! Mainly. And I've considered uhh the blue one? But I'm not sure I'd have any followers there.” They said a bit ashamed of admitting to that. Nobody had supported the idea back in the village. And it was way more risqué than the fox hats. They told Sebastion their handle. They had over 7k followers. There were short videos and reels of themself as a fox, with and without hats. Then some fashion pictures in a street or cyberwear style. Aaaand the odd thirst trap picture showing off their chest or abs. Where their pierced nipples were very much visible.

Sebastion pulled up their profile and immediately clicked the follow button. He went through and liked all the pictures and smiled at the cute fox videos.

The first risque picture he came across, he raised a single brow. “And you say you don’t think you could model anything?” He said as he passed the fashion photos. “I think you’d do quite well indeed. Just need to get your foot in the door.”

Another notification popped up on his phone and he quickly swiped it away. “If you do decide to hop on more platforms, let me know. I’ll follow you anywhere~” He teased, taking another swig of his drink as they arrived. He handed the other towards Kori. “Let me know if you’re interested. I could try to sponsor your endeavors.”

Kóri blushed deeply when Sebastion said he'd follow them, likely on any platform they tried to make it. Even the less appropriate ones.

“Sponsor?? Whaat? You’re like too good to be real, man. I'd honestly love to model… especially in fashion. Ah! Thank you!” They said, taking their drink and immediately going for a few sips. They wondered who it was that kept messaging Sebastian, when he didn't want to see those messages. But it kinda wasn't their business. Maybe a crazy ex.

“Not a problem~ I’d love to support the things you’re passionate about.” He smiled softly. His ruby hues had a glint in them when once again another message popped up. This time he opened it up and responded, keeping his face unreadable for the moment.

He then shut off his phone and pocketed it. He then stood from his stool and offered a hand.

“Are you ready for a dance by chance?” The mask was back on, a full smile on his face. With his last message though, he figured he only had a short time before the warden showed his mug.

They hummed and made a bit of an effort to down their drink before they got up to take Sebastion’s hand.

“Let's dance, baby” Said Kóri, whose voice was starting to very lightly falter. It was likely because they had drunk quite a bit in the last twenty minutes. But they were feeling the buzz, the warmth of Sebastion’s hand and hopefully while they danced together he could forget those texts, regardless of who sent them.

The dance floor wasn't far, so they took his hand and trotted over, pulling Sebastion along. The music was loud, trendy and invited anyone to move to the rhythm. So Kóri started doing just that, laughing and letting go of their companions hand but staying by his side.

Sebastion stayed close by, letting himself move to the rhythm of the beat. He kept looking over his shoulder occasionally, keeping an eye out for who he knew would eventually appear, but he kept dancing with Kori as best he could on the crowded dance floor.

“You know I’ve had a great time with you tonight. Even though I am a tad jealous of you, I do hope we can be good friends.” He said, leaning in close so that they could hear him over the music.

They stopped dancing, pretty surprised.

“Whah? Are you leaving already?? But the night just started! Won't you stay and dance? Or do you wanna go for a walk or somethin? You feeling oh Kay?” they said, looking at their friend with concern.

He looked over his shoulder again, but seemed surprised by the fact they stopped and seemed genuinely concerned for him. He rubbed the back of his head and gave a nervous laugh. “Not quite leaving yet. But I’m afraid the boss wants me working, so I’ll have to be going soon enough.” His smile faltered, a slip. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of for the night. I did promise you that.” He took out a business card with his name and number on it and handed to Kori.

“For now, let’s just dance.”

They pocketed it, in their cleavage. There was a little pocket they had sown into the inner lining of the dress precisely for this, and to put their phone in.

“Can't I come to work wih you?? I can be super professional! Or I can see you after? If you wan’.” They said, gently rubbing Sebastion's upper arm. And because there was a lot of noise around them from the people and the music, hovering pretty close to him.

He gave a sad smile. “Trust me, I would love it if you could come with me. But my line of work..” His eyes darkened and he looked a bit ashamed. “I don’t think you’d like my line of work. And of course, I will try my best to see you after. Just send me a text if you’d like. But.. Only if you want. If you decide to lose the number and forget my name, I’d understand too.” He said, the smile picked back up.

What Did he do for work? Kóri whined quietly, getting stressed from seeing Sebastian so sad. So they took his hand, already a tad too drunk to ask before crossing boundaries with someone they were already dancing with. He did have time to pull away though.

“Nouu SebastiOn, number-” They proceeded to recite said number, in perfect order, having only glimpsed at it for a moment before putting away the card. “Yer funkin' awesome an I'm sorry you dun like like… your work. But am gonna be here after to give you a Big big hug if you like hugs ye? Foxes can give bear hugs too. An we can go for some air. I willll uh text you now an you can call me or come find me when Ur done.” They said, gently squeezing his hands with a big smile on their face.

 

[Hollow glade]

It was a bit loopy as they looked into Sebastion’s eyes. But everything about Kóri was sincere in that momsnt. If a bit messy from the alcohol.

Sebastion blinked, as if he’d not expected this. He took out his wallet and pulled out a few hundreds before handing it over to Kori. “I’ll text you and maybe we can go for coffee.” He said, smiling softly. “Please, enjoy yourself in the meantime for me, alright?”

At that moment, there was a slight commotion in the front door and a very large man with one eye walked in. Sebastion sighed. “Duty calls. I’ll see you in a few hours alright?”


“Shiit, hell yeah baby I’ll keep this safe for you and seeeyu later” Said Kori, also making the bills disappear into their cleavage. They blew Sebastion a kiss and turned right around to get lost amongst a sea of bodies, a lot of them hot, to grind against for a bit before they went back to the bar. It was one of the reasons Kóri loved dancing. Kinda universal language, no words whatsoever. And it was fun!

A couple hours past and Sebastion sat outside the club, shaking slightly. It had been a rough night after he left the club, and he was not sure he really wanted to go back into the crowd where all the bodies would be grinding and touching and–

He looked down at the selfie that Kori sent, and took a deep breath. He’d sent a text to them earlier about possibly going for coffee instead of staying at the club, and said that he’d be more than willing to walk them to the shop if they agreed. He took another shuddering breath and straightened his shirt as best he could before making his way to the door.

Once back inside, pasted a smile on and searched for his companion.


The fox had been making good use of their time. They had danced for probably an hour and then butterflied around the club, they made out with a girl for a bit. And she was very nice but Kóri was tired so they ended up laying on a couch, taking pictures with their dress riding up a bit too much. And their makeup smudged. They were sweaty and tired but just watching stuff on their phone when they saw Sebastion’s text. Coffee sounded good, so they were just waiting around humming to the songs that they knew.

He looked around for a bit, pushing past bodies who were well past wasted at this point. He didn’t immediately spot Kori, and he could feel his nerve slipping. He finally found the couch they were laid on and breathed a sigh of relief.

He approached with a smile. “Ah, there you are! I thought you’d decided better of it and went out with better company.” He said. “Though I am grateful you stayed. You ready to go?”


Kóri, who had had a bored air as they scrolled through their socials, sat up immediately when they saw and heard Sebastion. Their eyes lit up and they put their phone away.


“Seb! Ur back! I'm very ready to go. How are you?” They asked, now standing and pulling down their dress a bit. It wasn't like their ass was our or anything. But it had gotten a bit too high up their thighs for comfort.


“also there isn't better company, don't be silly” They added with a bit of a tired smile.

“I’m alright, better now that I’ve reunited with you, my lovely guest.” He said, pulling off his jacket and offering it to them. “It’s gotten a bit chilly, but the walk isn’t far. How was your evening? I hope it was delightful for you.”

He seemed to ignore the comment about better company. In Sebastion’s mind, anyone else was better suited than he was. “You do look tired, though. You sure you don’t need me to call you a cab home instead? I understand if you do.”


“Evening was amaziiiing, would have been better with you here though. Hm, you wanna exchange jackets? Here's mine.” They said, taking his jacket and giving Sebastion their own that had been sort of thrown over the couch Kóri had been laying on.


“Ready now!” They exclaimed, half yawning. “Sleep is for the weaaaak!”


Sebastion took their jacket, and held it over his arm for them. “That’s good, I’m glad to hear you had a good time.”

He did look them over with concern. Still, he couldn’t stand being in the club any longer. This conversation could continue outside. He looked ready to jump out of his own skin when someone bumped into him.

He gently offered his arm to help them outside. “Let’s head outside, the music is a tad too loud for me right now.”


Even drunk and tired, that flinch was hard to miss. So Kóri gave him a concerned look as well then he offered them his arm.


“Are you sure you want contact right now?” They asked, paying extra attention to him. Sometimes people at clubs or surrounded by others all the time got overwhelmed as fuck. Like they would have been for example, if they hadn't been able to grab a drink, or three, when Sebastion arrived.

He tried to give a reassuring smile, tilting his head slightly. “I’m fine, I promise.” He said, still offering his arm to Kori. “I’m more concerned with how tired you look. Do I need to carry you?” He teased light-heartedly.

They took his arm, still watching his reaction and not applying a lot of pressure. And they started walking towards the outside.


“I'm also fine! And I'm taller! I could carry you if you wanted it~” They joked. Back home they played at it sometimes. Kóri had once managed to carry four medium sized people hanging off of their body. And three bigger people.

Sebastion took their arm and gently held it close, patting them gently. “See? I’m fine.” He said. It would seem that he did better when he expected the touch, or even invited someone. It was the unexpected that had him on edge. “Also, taller or not, I’d still carry you if need be. Wouldn’t be any problem.” He smiled, leading them away from the crowd at a pace that seemed a tad too fast.

 

[Hollow glade]

Once outside, he seemed to relax a bit more, but still seemed on edge. “I hope you like this coffee place. The coffee is always fresh, no matter what time of day and they sell the best snacks. You don’t like overly sweet things, which is fine. They’ve got these pretzels that are simply divine.” He seemed to be keeping conversation going just to keep it from being too quiet between them.

It seemed to be fine, so Kóri relaxed a bit and just walked with Sebastion. Wearing his jacket, which was warmer than their own. So they were grateful for it. Once outside they walked a bit slower, and Kóri realized he had been rushing them out a bit. Hm.

“Maybe you can carry me another day, do you work out regularly?” They asked, tilting their head. “And I'm sure the café will be great. I think you have great taste.” They said, since the drinks he had ended up ordering had been great. His clothes were fucking supreme, especially that top, and he just seemed to know his way around the finer things.

He laughed softly. “Yes, I do work out regularly. I have to keep up some modest bit of my figure to fit in these suits that make me look better than I do.” He teased.

“Unlike you, it seems I do have a bit of a sweet tooth. If allowed, I’d probably sit around and eat nothing but cake for an entire meal. But alas, have to keep appearances for the boss, you know? So I don’t eat cake very often, and I always work out.” He sighed. “Ah well.”

Kóri wanted to kidnap Sebastion so he could eat cake for an entire day. But of course, it was a silly exaggeration their brain made up. Totally.

“You downplay yourself a lot, man. I thought it was like polite fake modesty, but… well. I haven't seen you without the suits. But cake or not, and regardless of how much you like your own body. I think you’re amazing. Yeah? And you also look amazing. You, not the suits. Which they do too and I love clothes but, er, not the point.” They said, getting a bit serious for a moment.

“I don't know how much control your… job? Your boss has over you. But sometimes I make these silly recipes from the internet. Cakes, sweets. If you ever want to meet to experiment in the kitchen and eat the results. I'd be down.” They said, squeezing his arm gently and smiling. “We can even work out after, if you let me nap in between!” Their smile turned into a bright grin.

Sebastion seemed surprised by their response once again. Kori seemed to be good at surprising him, and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. He gave a genuine smile. “Thank you.” He said simply, his cheeks a tad flush.

He did tense at the mention of his job slightly and he looked away towards the coffee shop that they were approaching. “I’ve no control when it comes to my job.” He admitted. “My uh.. Boss, is my father.”

He opened the door for them and held it so they could enter. “But.. I do get days off. Well, sort of. Today was supposed to be one of those days, and well you saw I got called in regardless. But.. I think I’d like that some time.”

The smell of warm fresh brewed coffee wafted through the air. Some tired barista managed to find the counter and smile at the pair.

Kóri nodded, silently mouthing an “Oh shit” In Aanarian. Because family businesses could get Hella sketchy sometimes, with schedules and how much dedication they asked of you. Luckily Kóri’s family had been understanding that they wanted to go a different way. Even if they didn't get how the internet could be a source of enough income to live off of. Also, that small blush had looked adorable on Sebastion. But they didn't comment on it, pocketing the memory instead.

“Mm~ smells great already!” They said, waving gently to the barista with one hand.

“Can you order for me? I'm not ready to go back to the real world where nobody understands what I'm trying to say. You’re spoiling me, and I'm loving it. Sooo I can just drink anything that isn't sweet? And that you think is good please. And have a pretzel. Please?” They said, curious to see if Sebastion wanted to pay for this as well. And making puppy eyes at him.

The white haired man nodded. “Sure, that’s fine.” He turned back and in Lutetian began to order a few things. All the while, the barista listened intently, her eyes on Sebastion as if he was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. Then she noticed Kori, and she looked like she’d damn near faint at the perfection before her.

Sebastion led them to a booth after he paid with a card, seeing he had given Kori all the cash earlier.

“So, modeling hm? What would you like to model? Is there a brand or something you’ve had your eyes on?” He asked.

The barista was cute, and Kóri winked at her just to be funny and see her reaction.

“Oh a lot… but like, you don't have to get me a job in modeling or anything! I promise we can just be friends or, well, something.” They said, scratching the back of their head lightly. They'd probably bring them their coffee and food in a bit.

“My favorite brands are Cybergore, Technodazz, LWTO, HI-POCC…” They were based on a few different places in Issunar, some in Lutetia. And all of them made cyberpunk, techwear and either very practical or very high end pieces. Kori only had their Cybergore boots and it took them like three years to save enough to get them. Best purchase ever though. Technodazz and Cybergore even had more adult garment collections, and dang if those weren't fucking awesome.

The barista damn near fainted.

He nodded and pulled out his phone to start looking at the brands Kori mentioned. There were notifications at the top of his phone that he ignored, but no new ones came in.

“Yeah, I can see it. You’d look good in whatever you’d wear, but this does seem to suit you very well.” He mentioned. “Which one of these would you want if you could have them right now?” He handed Kori the phone, curious what they’d pick. He was smiling mischievously. “Look through and let me know when I come back.”

He walked over to the counter to grab the coffee and the pretzel that Kori had wanted.

Huh, suspicious. Would he actually buy them clothes? Like… for real? The most economic was Technodazz. But… Seb was like super rich, right?. They started browsing, finding a lot of stuff in HI-POCC and Cybergore that would do for every day but a lot cooler than the average person’s. Also, the notifications from the messages were right there. Kóri wasn't going to actively look, but if a new one came in there was a brief moment where you could see the partial contents of the message. Couldn't help seeing that.

No new notification would pop up for the moment, and Kori was free to browse for a few minutes before Sebastion returned. He gently placed a rather large mug of coffee in front of Kori as well as a nice warm and fluffy pretzel.

He went to sit down on the other side himself, wincing slightly as he bent.

“Well? What did you pick?” He asked.

Wait what had that been? Kori had been sniffing the coffee and the pretzel, almost wagging their ass because they didn't have a tail for it in this form. They handed him his phone back, frowning. “I listed the things that would be the most useful to me right now.”

“Seb uh. No shade, no judging, but what do you actually do for work?...” They asked, even if it was for his family, following orders or something?. He had just acted like he was in pain while sitting. They didn't miss pain on people, and accidentally were hyper aware of it because it was something they didn't feel themself.

Sebastion took the phone back and started tapping away. He had them sent to his apartment, though, as they mentioned the family friend was an ass. Last thing Sebastion wanted was Kori to lose out on the gift because the friend decided to take them or something. He’d find a way to get them the stuff.

He tensed at the question, his eyes narrowing slightly. It was a logical question, most people asked. But he hated talking about his life. “I’m one of the salesmen for the business my father runs. I go around and try different potential clients in the attempts to get them to buy what my father has to sell them.” He stated. It wasn’t too far from the truth. “It is part of why I have to keep up my appearance. Not much to look at, but if I look fancy enough, people are more willing to see what I have to offer.”

He put his phone down finally and gave a shy little smile. “That’s all though. Some of his clients are super busy and keep weird hours.”

Kóri… didn't look like they believed him. Not in a literal sense anyway. And sighed a little, because either he was seducing clients, or he was what was being sold. Maybe the dad figure was more of a dadd-y or a pimp.

“Okay, whatever you say.” They conceded, with a bit of an edge to their voice.

“Hm, want to share phone numbers? For when you want to hang out. If you wanna hang out more? Like I said, you’re awesome. And you can even bring a sweatshirt.” They said, taking a sip of scalding hot coffee that made them cough because holy FUCK that had definitely burned their mouth.

A fumble, Sebastion realized. He was quiet for a moment after Kori’s response, his eyes downcast at his hands. He didn’t know how to respond to that, and Kori seemed to have guessed on their own.

He finally nodded. “S-sure. Let’s exchange numbers. I would definitely like to hang out with you more, when I am able.” He said quietly, seeming a bit deflated. He winced as Kori started coughing. “Are you okay? Do you need some ice?”

They finished coughing and shook their head, stuffing their mouth with the pretzel instead. Hopefully it would absorb it. They could still feel how hot it was even if the pain itself wasn't involved.

“Mnou, Mgood” They said, sounding muffled as they chewed on the pretzel in the most polite way they could manage. Seeing him looking down at his hands, looking so sad though. Fuck, did they have to choke just now?.

“S all good, promise.” They said, taking his hands in theirs slowly. So he would have time, more than enough, to pull away if he wanted to.

Sebastion forced himself from pulling away, allowing Kori to take his hands in theirs.

“You sure? I know those are usually really hot, your mouth has to be on fire.” He asked, very concerned for Kori’s sake. He gently squeezed their hands.

“They may have some other things, like ice cream. I know you don’t like sweet things, but something to help cool things down.”

“Mkay tgaghs acshually a good idea.” They managed to swallow the darn pretzel. Which was really really good but also they wished they had enjoyed it more.

“I can't feel pain, ever. But I can still feel that my mouth is pretty hot. So… ice cream sounds good.” They said, pulling their hands away and coughing a bit more. “Maybe they have salty caramel flavor?” They said after.

Sebastion tilted his head, but decided to save his question until he returned. He left and went to the counter to speak with the barista, who moved towards the back. Shortly after, he returned with a paper bowl with vanilla with caramel drizzle with sea salt sprinkled with it.

“Here, hopefully this helps.” He said quietly.

He sat back down, wincing again as he bent to do so. “So.. You don’t feel pain at all?” He asked.

Kóri waited for the sharp annoyance and concern they felt towards Sebastion. Whose ASS clearly hurt or something. To dissipate. So they took a few spoonfuls of ice-cream and chewed them, enjoying the contrast of the cold against the heat.

“I can't, no. But I can see that you can. Want some ice-cream for that as well?” They asked, lifting an eyebrow. Would he deny it even now?.

Sebastion didn’t even understand their words at first, but when it finally clicked his face turned a beet red. “It isn’t-” He stumbled over his words, suddenly finding it hard to find any words to say at all.

He hid his face in his hands and sighed. “I.. My behind is fine.” He muttered quietly, leaning his chin inside his cupped hands so that his mouth was still covered but he could at least see Kori. “I had a bit of an altercation, and it hurts to bend my leg. Walking isn’t bad, and once I’ve sat down I’m golden..” He grumbled slightly.

“But I’ve got a bit of a bruise, is all..”

Oh. Now it was Kóri’s turn. To both feel super ashamed and like, become as red as a freshly picked strawberry.

“Shit, sorry” They said, looking away and chewing their bottom lip. “Um, so like yeah I don't feel pain at all, ever. And do you want some ice-cream? We only have the one spoon but it's really good. Or you can lick it from the bowl, I don't care. Uh, sorry again, I'm a bit of a hot head sometimes and I just didn't want to think about you being hurt. Much less like that? I'm… gonna shush now.” They rambled, putting another big spoonful of ice-cream in their mouth. Their blush persisted though.

He spent a few minutes in silence, rubbing his forehead slightly until his face was less of the color of his eyes. “It’s quite alright, I can understand where you came to that conclusion and I haven’t exactly been open with you.” He then grabbed his phone and turned it off, shoving it in his pocket.

He leaned on his elbows and looked out the window, as if still debating with himself. “I am not a good person to be with.” He finally admitted. “And while I have enjoyed our evening together, I will need you to think upon whether you truly want to continue associating with me altogether.” He murmured. “My father is.. Quite a cruel man, and I do not get close to many people simply because I do not wish for my father to be able to use them against me. And I..” He bit the inside of his lip, his brows furrowed.

“I’ve got secrets. Ones I’m not ready to share yet. I-..”

I don’t want you to look at me any differently. He wanted to say. There were so many things he wanted to say, but fear held him back. “I..” He looked down at his hands, which were trembling again, his face flushed slightly. “I am sorry.” He stood up. “I c-can call you a cab home..” He offered.

With a cautious, interested expression, Kóri watched Sebastion as he spoke.

“I'd really prefer to stay here with you, and my ice cream, than to go home? Unless you also want to go. Why don't you… sit, and like organize your thoughts? I'm- er, nothing of what you have said makes me want to run away from you.” They said with a shrug, not standing.

“And you don't Have to tell me anything either, if you aren't ready? We can go for a walk if it's what you need though.” They added, looking up at him and eating another few spoonfuls.

He clenched and unclenched his hands to try to stop from trembling. He couldn’t bring himself to look at them at that moment. Eventually he sat back down, favoring one leg over the other and no longer hiding it at this point. He didn’t know what to do or what to say right now, and he’d been slightly overwhelmed since he returned. He wanted to be there with them, they’d been the first who’d asked him to return after he was done with his work.

And for now, they didn’t make him feel as though he were something awful. They didn’t judge him yet, and well.. He’d like to keep it that way.

But they deserved to know the truth.

“I..” He coughed to clear his throat. “I’m not exactly.. A good person..” He murmured. “I am a sort of salesman, as I’ve stated before, for my father’s business. But it is more like.. I extort people.” He said, looking down at his hands. “My father sends me to different places to speak with business owners and important members of society, then I.. find ways to get close to them. To garner favor, or to exploit them, or even just to gain information that my father can use..” He explained.

“I..” His brows furrowed, irritated with himself that he kept hanging up on that damned word. “My father makes me do anything. Anything. To maintain the family business.”
Ah, that was it then. Extortion. Kori nodded and played around with their ice-cream a bit. Their expression was unreadable.

“Soo basically you uh, do horrible shit to people.” They said, looking over at Sebastion. And ate a spoonful of ice-cream.

“Or you do exactly what they want, to get what your father wants.” Another spoonful.

“Because he like, makes you do it. And you feel guilty. And you don't like it. I can tell that much.” They said, then they were silent for a minute.

“Okay?. Thank you for sharing. That just means your family sucks, not that you do…” They were almost out of ice-cream. “I can tell you a secret for your secret, if you want to hear it.” they offered next. Maybe it'd help Sebastion feel like they were more balanced.

Sebastion ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. “Don’t like it? I hate it.” He said. “I have no say. More times than not I’m the item being sold..” He said.

“Y-you don’t have to tell me your secret.. I just.. You needed to know what kind of person you were deciding if you wanted to continue to associate with..” He said.

“But thank you for not immediately getting up and leaving..”

“Do you want that hug now? I offered one, and I kinda want to hug you. But only if you want it.* Said Kóri, while they thought over what they actually wanted to share with Sebastion. And what he had just added. That he had to be some sort of prostitute for his family as well.

He finally looked up at Kori, ruby hues glowing slightly. He was silent again for a moment, but he didn’t let them wait too long. He didn’t trust himself to speak again but slowly nodded, giving them permission if they wanted to.

They got up, and moved to sit next to Sebastian. Then quietly they hugged him, tight, letting out a small chirrup like noise.

He was tense for a moment, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to expect fully. Then slowly, he relaxed against them, wrapping his arms around them. He trembled slightly, and he gripped a bit harder to try to stop it. “Thank you..” He murmured.

Kóri tightened their grip a bit more as well, and rubbed Sebastion’s back to try and comfort him a bit more. “Thank you too, for telling me. You’re amazing Seb.” They whispered. “And you’ve given me the best night of my life I think. But I want to make more cool memories with you in the future.” They added, so he knew they weren't bailing out after this.

He closed his eyes and set his jaw a bit hearing them say they were going to stick around. “Then I’ll do my best to make sure you remain safe..” He said quietly. “But I do want to make sure we get to do more things together.” He said quietly.

He leaned against them for a moment before pulling away enough to look at them. “Are you sure though?”

They chuckled and nodded, scooting a bit to the side to give Sebastion some space. But they stayed where they were, sitting next to him instead of in front of him.

“Sure as fuck. I’m kiiiind of a selfish bitch sometimes. And I really like you, so I want to be with you.” They said, kissing the tips of their fingers and then tapping Sebastion on the cheek with them, lightly.

“There you go, fox kiss” They said, grinning back at their new friend.

His cheeks turned red once again tonight, but he gave a small smile. He relaxed more, true weariness showing on his face for the first time tonight. “I should have a day off in a couple of days, though with my.. Job.. It is more than likely to change. However, maybe we can arrange it if you can come hang over at my apartment? Maybe watch a movie or something? I uh.. Should have some stuff for you at that point for you to try on anyway.” He said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

“Or I can come over to your place. I need to meet your uh.. Family friend at some point anyway.”

There was a very tiny hint of a threat in his words there for Kori’s host.

They smiled at his words, and then snorted when Thorje was threatened.

“Leave my uncle be for now. He's not like, my real uncle, but he's just an asshole because nobody loves him. That's what I think anyway. And he's the worst, but if I can come hang out with you from time to time, that would be neat. Or we can go out for a walk, movies, dunno. More ice-cream. All the cake you could eat..” Kóri chuckled.

“He literally can't hurt me anyway. Physically I'd have the upper hand, and I wouldn’t feel it.” They remembered the money then, and reached into the cleavage of their dress to pull out the amount he had given them, untouched.

“I kept this safe for you! In my tits, but I hope you don't mind.” They joked with a little wink.

He chuckled, peeking through one lid to them. “I appreciate it, but you can keep it if you’d like. It was what I planned to spend tonight regardless, and I had planned on spending it on you.” He said quietly.

He took out his phone and turned it back on, wanting to make sure they exchanged numbers. He placed it on the table to wait for it to finish powering back on.

His phone buzzed on the table and he glared at it for a moment as a new message appeared on the screen.

“You need one of those detox from electronics and social media retirement… spas or whatever they are. And the bartender at the club never charged me for any of the drinks I had, so I'd rather you use it to buy yourself cake!. Also… my uncle will keep it if he finds it.” They said, a bit sheepish. Because saying what Thorje did or could do out loud made it sound ten times worse than it had initially felt in their head.

“What more do you like, besides cake and spoiling hot strangers?” They said, trying to change the topic.

“You’re making it very hard to not have that chat with him, you know?” He said, sighing. He took the cash back and placed it in a certain spot on his wallet. “I’ll figure something else out for you then.” He said quietly. “What I prefer.. Doesn’t usually matter much. But I prefer to spoil people. I love seeing people have fun, have good times. I love cake, but I’d rather give others the cake so to speak. Make sense?”

They’d be lying if they said they weren't curious about what Sebastion might come up with for them. But that would have to wait, at least a little bit.

“I like seeing others enjoy themselves too, buuut it kind of sounds like you don't know what you like. Probably because of your, um… unique situation?. Maybe we can discover it together though. You’re very intriguing.” They said, bumping their shoulder against Sebastion’s lightly and smiling candidly at him.

He blinked as they bumped his shoulder and chuckled. “You’re probably right.” He admitted. But I don’t get the chance to do much outside without it being used against me eventually he thought.

“As for intriguing, are you sure you’re talking about me, hm? You’re the one who decided to befriend a complete stranger after hanging out with them for a few hours.”


They laughed in response to that. “Yeah? How else would I make friends in a new city?” Said Kóri. By then Sebastion’s phone was back on.

“Alright, here's my number.” They said, showing it to him on their own phone. “Just send me a message and I’ll save yours.” They said, flashing another bright grin to their new friend.

“I wouldn’t know. Isn’t there some app with the blue logo that people use to make friends?” He teased. He of course meant something like the Bluebird app.

“I don’t have true friends otherwise. You’re the first one I’ve had in a while.” He admitted, texting the number directly.

“There.” He said pressing send. “I can’t always answer right away, but I’ll do my best.”

They nodded and their phone made a little meow noise as the message arrived. Kóri opened it and saved Sebastion’s number under the name: Fun Seb 🐺🤟💙.

“I prefer making friends face to face? And I haven't made new ones in a while. We all knew each other back home. Like… everyone knew everyone, and their business. It was a bit much sometimes. Aaaand I also miss it. My feelings are weird.” They said with a soft little laugh.

Sebastion nodded softly. “I don’t know what that’s like, but it makes sense. Feelings aren’t weird, though. If that’s how you feel, its how you feel.” He said, checking his other message briefly. It had an image that didn’t have a chance to load before he closed it.

“Do you need more ice cream? Or are you ready to head home?” He asked. “You were really tired before, and I doubt my problems haven’t helped things.”

Kóri shrugged. “I'm out for the night and I don't have keys, so… I have to wait until the shop opens at nine to get back. Directly to work. And like I'd rather do anything other than try to sneak through a window. But like, uh, aren't you tired? Or do you have more stuff to do? I can turn and I get pretty small. You know, as a fox? And then I could pretty much fit anywhere if you don't mind me napping for a bit. Or… we can go do something else. Like drinking at a park or finding a place to go skinny dipping!’

The more Sebastion heard about Kori’s ‘uncle’ the more and more he wanted to talk with them. Probably about his knees. With a bat.

Sebastion couldn’t hide the displeasure he had hearing that once again their uncle had screwed them over with something else. “Well, I guess I have no choice then.” He said, standing up. “You’re coming home with me. You’ll at least need some sleep before work tomorrow. And I’m not about to let you sleep somewhere unsafe.” He grumbled.

“Tomorrow, I’ll come with you to work. I’d like to meet your.. ‘Uncle’.”

He started to dial a number on his phone.

It was Kóri’s turn to blink in surprise. Really? Er, well, they couldn't let Sebastion come to meet Thorje. But that was a problem for the following day… but to his home? For real?. They hadn't even kissed. Er, wait, yeah Sebastion was probably not thinking about that. Not that Kóri would mind a kiss, their treacherous mind reminded them. But, maybe then it'd be weird. Or not. Blech! Dumb brain Kóri.

“We’ll see about you meeting Thorje… but sure! I'd love to come with you.” At least they could get some sleep. And maaaaybe cuddles. And something else to wear that wasn't this dress and the uncomfortable underwear underneath so it didn't show even though the dress was tight.

He nodded softly and called out, walking away for a minute or two, talking to someone on the other end. After he hung up, he moved back to Kori with an uneasy grin. “I don’t have a spare room, but I can sleep on my couch.” He said. “My driver will be by in a moment to pick us up. They’d parked over by the club, so it will only be a few minutes.”

“Then in the morning, I’ll have him drop you off at your job. I’ll stop by at some point tomorrow. Probably not wise for me to stop by first thing in the morning, regardless of the situation.” He admitted.

He held a hand out to them. “That okay?”

They were still pretty nervous about Sebastion dropping by to talk to Thorje. But… they nodded and took his hand. The sleeping arrangements could wait until they got to Seb’s. Kori slept in fox form a lot, what would mean they needed a lot less space so maybe the couch could work out for them.

“Yes! Yes, and thank you again. Really. Again, you’re awesome. And I'm super glad we met tonight.” They said, squeezing his hand and hesitating on possibly going for another hug. So they didn't in the end. But they did step a little bit closer.

He smiled softly at them and nodded. “No problem.” He gently squeezed back. Carefully he tucked their arm with his own. He then realized he left his coffee, grabbing what remained and started for the door.

 

[Hollow glade]

As they reached the outside, a black car pulled outside the coffee shop. Sebastion led them towards the car and opened the door for them.


Kóri snorted, bemused. Because of course he would do something like this.


“Thank you thank you, Mr. Knight.” They joked, getting in the car and sniffing around discreetly. It was a beautiful car, expensive too by the looks of it. Kóri wanted to have a super awesome motorbike one day, a car would work too, but they preferred the bike. They already knew how to drive… older and more bruised models.

Sebastion snorted at the nickname. “I’m no knight.” He commented. He then made sure Kori was fully in, before shutting the door. He moved to the other side and hopped in too. He didn’t bother buckling in and looked out the window as the driver started off down the road.

“You really shouldn’t just accept how he treats you, you know.” He stated. “Yeah, he takes you in. But he’s only using you as free labor. Especially if he isn’t even bothering to give you a key to the room he supposedly rents to you.”

He was rather annoyed it seemes.


“I mean… I know you’re right. But I'm only staying until I find another job and place to stay. Which will be hard when my Lutetian is so shit. But I'm working on it. You shouldn't err… let it bother you man. Not that much. I'll get by!” They said, reaching for Sebastion’s hand again and gently taking hold of his fingers.


“But thank you, for, dunno. Saying it anyway.” They added, more quietly, toying with Seb’s fingers while looking down. And then out the window on their own side.

He let them play with his fingers, gently putting some resistance against them occasionally to play back for a moment, but remained quiet the remainder of the car ride.

The approached one of the larger apartment buildings in the city, and stopped by the drop of section. Sebastion got out first and let Kori out before leading them through the building. It was one of fancier buildings, ones with studio apartments within. He led them to the elevator and took them up about mid way. When they finally got there, he opened the door to a very modern looking apartment with very little sign that someone actually lived there. Sure there was furniture, and some mail on the counter in the kitchen, but otherwise it was practically void of personality or personal touch.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll see what I have that you can use to sleep in tonight.” He said softly, throwing his keys on the counter.


Wooow, what part of the city even was this? Kóri was in awe at the building itself, and then the elevator and the actual apartment. A studio, not big but for one person it was perfect. It definitely looked kinda empty though.


“Did you move in recently??” They asked, walking around and hanging Sebastion's jacket that he had given them before. Then kind of just walking around, sniffing more openly than they had in the car. This was really fancy. Amazing quality. Nothing like their shitty room back at Thorje’s.

“Not really. I’ve been here for.. 6 months? Or so.” He admitted before disappearing in the bedroom. He returned with a large t-shirt, some shorts and some boxers that seemed new. “Here, hopefully this is alright.. If you would like a shower, there’s one in the bathroom over there.” He pointed towards a door down the hall. “Towels and such are in a cabinet in the bathroom. Make yourself at home.” He said.


“Oh! That's a long time. It just… looks kind of empty. And I think I’ll take that shower yeah. Thank you Seb!” They said, taking the clothes they were offered, as well as the underwear. Which made them blush. It was silly, it was just clothes, but it did anyway.


Now, inside someone else's home, his territory, Kóri felt a lot more sheepish than before. It wasn't bad, just, weird and new. They walked over to the bathroom, as fancy as the rest of the apartment. Turned on the shower and looked in the mirror. Their makeup was a little smudged, and their hair was more than a bit messy. They sighed. They looked so fucking cheap, in their little silver dress, compared to Sebastion and everything he owned. It made them feel small. Undeserving of all of this. Did Seb think they were only taking advantage of his wealth?. They didn't want to but it was a plus, right?.


Kóri took off their clothes, all of them, and looked at themself in the mirror again with a frown before stepping into the shower. The water and soap washed everything away. Makeup, stiffness in their muscles, hair gel...

Sebastion waited until he heard the shower start up to let out a sigh. He was nervous about them being here. He very rarely stayed here, often used to being in other locations all the time. Still, he moved to the bedroom and started to remove his vest.

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and looked in the mirror. Bruises lined his body, some darker than others. He let his shirt fall down just enough to see his arms. The bruising lined them all the way, and he let out another sigh. He buttoned his shirt back up and tucked it back in his pants.

There were things he’d rather not speak on at that moment. This was one of them.

Afterwards, he moved to the living room and flopped on the couch, waiting for Kori to finish their shower.


After ten or fifteen minutes, Kóri turned off the water. They dried their body and hair using one of the towels, and then took another five or ten minutes to dry their hair with a dryer. Because they didn't want to sleep on wet hair and also, were a bit scared of breaking this bubble of safety they had in the bathroom. The clothes fit, some better than others. They were nice and more comfortable than their own had been.


“Why do you still have your suit on?” Was the first thing they said when they came out with the bundle of their clothes in one hand, and their boots in the other.


It felt so weird, Kóri felt bare now, without an ounce of makeup or sexy clothes. Or their boots, which made them taller. And dressed in someone else's clothes. They’d done this before, usually after other activities. But maybe it was the innocence surrounding it all that made it strange. Or, the situation? Blech! They were not sure.

Sebastion had began to doze slightly when he heard the door open to the bathroom. He peeked up at them and smiled. “Hm? Oh, thought you’d be more comfortable if I stayed in this is all. I also might have to take phone calls, and I’ll step outside to do so.” He explained. “Were you able to find everything you needed?”

He leaned back up on his knees. “Do you need anything else?”


“I don't care what you wear, you’re at home! But that doesn't look like the most comfortable thing to sleep in. And uh. I think if you want, you should come into the bedroom. It's your bed and all. We can share, just to uh, sleep in. Of course, I didn't mean. Er. That.” They said, blushing lightly and scratching the back of their head. Their hair was kinda fluffed up from the hair dryer. Which meant extremely fluffy, in fact.


“As in… I'd be more comfortable not sleeping alone. If that's okay. I don't care about the calls, but I'm tired of- er. If you want. We can do that. I can even turn into a fox if you prefer it.” They said, chewing on their bottom lip. Only kids had trouble sleeping on their own. It was embarrassing. But… it was true.

Sebastion blinked in surprise, but it wouldn’t have been the first time he heard someone couldn’t stand sleeping alone. He smiled and nodded. “Sure, but I’ll still sleep in my day clothes if that’s alright. No need to shift, but you can if you feel better to do so.” He said. He stood up and motioned for Kori to follow him to the bedroom.

The bedroom was just as plain as the rest of the flat. The vest he wore hung from the door knob of the closet. He shifted the sheets and such of the bed down and sat down on the edge. He removed some of the metal cufflinks and such from his suit.

“I’ll try not to snore too loudly, at least.” He joked.


Why did this feel so awkwaaaaard. Did they fuck up? Was Seb uncomfortable? Was Kóri just paranoid??. They snorted quietly, feeling a lot better after the little joke. They left their belongings nearby and sat on the bed as well.


“I'm sure it’ll be fine. But um, are you sure you don’t mind being an oversized teddy tonight? To guard my sleep?” They said, trying to joke back. They pulled their bare feet up onto the bed, crawling until they were sitting behind Sebastion.

He looked over his shoulder at Kori. “I don’t mind.” He answered, though he seemed unreadable in that moment. “Are you okay though? You seem a bit nervous. I’m not sure how best to make you more comfortable if you cannot tell me what’s bothering you.” He admitted.

“Your hair is cute, by the way. I like how fluffy it is.”

Again! A deep red blush settled on their cheeks and ears. He just Said Things. And Kóri would probably melt at some point because he was so nice and cute. But then… his words, yeah.

“I just don't know um, I feel like super out of place, invading you? Like I'm in your bed, in your clothes, but it barely smells like you. And it definitely doesn't smell like me. And it's weirrrd. And you’re super cool so I don't want to be too much. And I also kinda feel cheap and I don't even know why.” In comparison they definitely were. And holy shit were there tears in the corners of their eyes? Maybe it was all a bit much, a bit overwhelming.

“Like this isn't your fault I swear I'm just stupid an’, shit, I promise it's nothing you have done.” They sat back and faced away from Sebastion to wipe the tiny tears from their eyes before they fell. And doing their very best not to sniffle.

Sebastion turned around to face them and reached towards them but stopped just short. He wasn’t sure if it would help right now.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly. “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. I..” He shook his head. “You’re not stupid. I’m the one who’s been the idiot if anything. But you’re not invading me. And if there is something I can do to make this.. Less weird.. I will do so. What can I do? I.. I wasn’t joking before. I’ve not had a lot of practice of keeping guests at my place, so if I seem stiff.. That may be why.”

Kóri turned around again, their eyes a bit red and glossy but, at least there weren't new tears in them.

“You have been a stellar host, and an amazing guy, and knight, and friend… even if we just met tonight. Okay?” They said with conviction.

“I think it's just, I can tell you aren't used to people. And I have been told I'm a bit too much before. I also don't want you to think I'm using you just because you have so much, and I don't have a lot for now. I- I… can I like just, have your hand? And we can lay down?.” They asked. If this didn't work they might shift, if only because the fox brain made it easier to process things for them.

Sebastion listened as they spoke. When they finished, he gently reached for their hand and pulled them closer. He wrapped his arms around them in a hug before leaning back on the pillows. They could easily escape if they wanted to. Hell, they could him him if they wanted to. But for now, Sebastion wanted to hold them and to comfort them as much as he could.

“I don’t think that of you.” He said quietly. “I promise I don’t. You are perfect. I promise.”

You’re perfect. I promise. Kóri had tensed up a little when they were suddenly pulled into Sebastion’s embrace. But when they heard that… they whined, very very quietly, and hugged him back. They weren't, they really weren't perfect or close to perfect and Sebastion absolutely was.

“T-then I promise that you are perfect as well. Because you are, even if you refuse to believe it.” They said back, hiding their face in the crook of Sebastion’s neck and taking in his scent.

This was nice. Their breathing, which had started out agitated, slowly relaxed and evened out.

“Hm..” He hummed softly in acknowledgement. Gently he rubbed their back, letting them relax against him. He settled himself for the night, staring up at the ceiling, content to keep watch over them as they slept.

They fell asleep like that. Holding on to him, clinging to his clothes a bit like a child who tended to get nightmares. With their face against his neck, and their slow, warm breaths against his throat. Kóri hadn't slept this well since they arrived in Lutetia, weeks ago. And they smiled in their sleep.

Sebastion mostly dozed lightly, but never fully fell asleep. He merely waited for the morning, or the alarm he had placed on his phone to wake them both up in order to make sure Kori got to work on time.

Fortunately, his father seemed to be done texting him for the night too.

At some point during the night, and while they slept, Kóri shifted into a fox. It didn't hurt for them, never had. So they didn't even wake up and became a small white fuzz ball on Sebastion. A bit tangled with clothes.

Sebastion had been dozing at that point when the weight shift made him take notice. He blinked open tired eyes and looked down at the snow fox, tangled in his shirt and shorts. Would explain how their hair was so fluffy, he thought.

He needed to shift though. His body had become very stiff in the night and the bruising had made everything ache. Slowly, he tried shifting the now fox to the side so that he could get up to go to stretch some.

Kóri wasn't very heavy, like a big cat, in this form. So they were easy to put aside even as they yawned and curled up more. They also half opened an eye to tiredly peer at Sebastion. But it was barely noticeable.

Once free, he sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched. He let out little groans of pain as parts of his joints popped and released from being under tension the entire time. He checked back at the fox to make sure he had not disturbed them before standing up and moving to his closet.

Inside, he started looking for different clothes to wear, wanting to jump in the shower why they slept. He started unbuttoning his shirt.

Kóri mostly closed their eyes, half asleep the entire time. But Sebastion’s little complaints kept them awake. Not because he bothered them but because they were concerned. Was he hurt? Had they hurt him while shifting or something?. They weren't sure. They hoped not, though!.

Sebastion left out of the closet, with nothing but his boxers on. Bruises mottled his skin from his shoulders down in what seemed in various states of healing. He left quietly with the clothes he planned to wear for the day, heading towards the bath and after a few minutes the shower could be heard from down the hallway.

When he returned, he would be nearly fully dressed once again, his hair slicked back with being damp still.

The bruises worried Kóri, but they didn't surprise them. Was there a way to get Sebastion to be safer? To help him out of his predicament? Maybe. But for now… they shifted and put their (Sebastion’s) clothes back on correctly. This way they didn't make a fool of themselves. And when their friend returned, they were curled up in a ball, half asleep, but in human form. They were also occupying the warm spot where Seb had been laying before. It was also where it smelled the most like him, and they liked that too. So they had a little smile on their face, their breathing relaxed and even.

Carefully, Sebastion slid back into bed, giving them space so as to not disturb them in their sleep. He wasn’t fully sure what to do with this situation, not wanting to disturb them, but also not wanting to go back on his word to stay with them. So he stayed, partly perched half on and half off the bed, and continued to doze.

 

[Hollow glade]

With his weight and warmth back on the bed, Kóri eventually scooted to press their back against Sebastion. To at least leech his warmth. Until around 7:30 am when a lively cacophony of horrendous noise made Kori jump. Their alarm,to wake up and eat something before another dreadful day of working at Thorje’s.

“Fuck me…” they groaned, sitting up and rubbing their eyes tiredly.

Sebastion looked down at them with one eye peeking through. “That is a bit of an obnoxious sound you have there..” He admitted, sounding tired.

“How was your sleep?”

“Wouldn't wake up otherwise… slept great though, you should leave your shitty job and become…” They yawned. “A full time pillow…” another yawn and Kori stood up and stretched. The shirt was big enough that no skin was visible even then.

If only it were that simple, Sebastion thought. “I’ll take it under advisement.” He chuckled, slowly sitting up and wincing as muscles complained.

“Would you like something for breakfast? I have some eggs and bagels and maybe some vegetables.. I got them a few days ago, but they may be sus now..” He murmured, standing up and stretching.

Kóri perked up at that. “You can cook as well? Dang. Also if it's only been actual days it should be fine, i think. Uhh. Can I borrow your shorts?” They asked, when they grabbed their dress from last night. “I can use this as a t-shirt but I don't want to get back to Thorje’s wearing only this. Sorry. I will return them washed. The underwear as well” they added, with a tint of red on their cheeks.

“About as well as most people, I think. I’m not a master chef, though.” He said, chuckling. “Yeah, you can have those clothes if you’d like. Including the shirt. It’s no issue.” He said, moving from the bedroom. Once in the kitchen, he pulled out the food and started prepping.

“I have an appointment this morning, so I won't be able to speak to your uncle until later today. I’ll have to text you if plans change. Hopefully, with any luck.. They won’t. But I may have ticked off the boss, so who knows.” He sighed, looking a tad grim.

“Thank youuu! I hope you haven't! But if you get told off and want to vent later or just meet to vibe, hit me up. I’ll skip work for you.” Said Kori while brush their hair so they didn't look super bed mussed.

Sebastion shook his head. “I’m hoping you’ll find a new job soon enough.” He admitted. “So you won’t want to skip work for me. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with in the past anyway, I just have to brace for it and how big the wave will be.” He said, sounding exhausted.

Once he was done cooking, he placed the egg and veggies in between the two bagel slices. “I have some cheese too, if you’d like.” He said.

“I once stepped in a trap for bears that broke my leg. It didn't hurt me because I can't feel pain, but just because I've already dealt with it doesn't mean I want a repeat!” They said, coming over looking a bit more awake than before.

“Hmm yes please! Cheese always makes life better. I’ll make you some easy butter biscuits for the next time. You have to let me thank you somehow for being this awesome and looking after me, Seb. Because I want to, so you're gonna have to accept it~” They teased, coming around Sebastion to sniff their food and lick their lips. It smelled so good!

“That- Even if you didn’t feel pain, that sounds terrible. Ow.” He admitted, handing over the plate after placing some cheese on top.

“I wish it were so simple though.” He ran a hand through his hair and leaned against his counter. “When it comes to the family business, I have no choice in the matter.” He muttered.

It would seem they found a way around his system. He made a face, then gave in. “Alright, alright. Eventually, and when you’re at a better job, and out from under your uncle’s thumb. If you’d like to make me something, only then. I don’t want you to worry about it until then, alright?” He asked.

Kori chuckled. “Yeah I could see my own leg bone sticking out.” They said a bit more quietly, taking the plate. They didn't seem bothered by the memory. But then again, someone who didn't know what pain was perhaps wouldn't be. They took the plate and sat down.

“Aren't you eating? We can share this. And… yeah, okay I will wait. I accept your terms.” They said with a little pout, dwelling on what he had said about his family. If very very quietly.

“I don't know if they literally make you or you have to do it because, family and all. And I can't say I understand you perfectly or anything. But to be honest, if my family or my village had said I had to do something like what you’re doing… it wouldn't have been a matter of choice either. I would’ve had to do it. We already patrolled and defended the borders. I was just lucky I didn't run into any trespassing humans. And I hope I haven't killed any shifters but I can never be sure.” A lot of people didn't revert to human bodies after death. So… for all they knew they may have even eaten shifters in animal form. Hm. They sighed, but the smell of their breakfast was good enough to not let their mood drop much.

The coffee machine on the other counter started going off, and the smell of the brewed aroma filled the air. Sebastion pointed. “Breakfast.” He gave a cheeky smile.

Still he seemed bothered by what Kori had told him. “War torn countries are often like that, unfortunately..” He admitted. “I’m fortunate I did not have to participate in them, I suppose. My family’s status kept me and my siblings out of the war, I guess.” He admitted. “I’m sorry you had to go through things like that though.” He said, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee for both of them.

“Oí that's not breakfast. Take half of mine! You made it!” Said Kóri, happy to take their coffee but also wanting Sebastion to have something a bit more filling than a cup of coffee. It was the first meal of the day after all.

“And it's fine. What happened, happened. I'm here now and it's different. And life will get better soon I hope.” They said, waving it off. Mainly because they didn't want to dwell on it and its implications. They tore their bagel in two roughly equal pieces.

“No, no it is fine. Let me have my coffee. I’ll have to go workout soon, and I can’t do that well if I have eaten before that point.” He insisted.

“There’s a gym on the 2nd floor here. So I usually go there for an hour or two, then come back up for a shower and to change. Then I grab something to eat after. I’ll be fine. Promise.”

Kóri growled softly and squinted at him.

“At least have one bite. I will let go of it if you have a bite. It doesn't have to be huge. But pleaseeee? So that you go exercise with some energy? Also can I come with you another day? To the gym?” They said, getting up to bring Sebastion half of a bagel to bite.

He took a sip of his coffee, immediately regretting it. It was still way too hot.

“Ahh ahh hooo ahh..” He tried to cool his mouth off. It was also a ploy. Kori’s insistence on him eating was a tad confusing. And Sebastion had a routine!

“S-sorry.. Ah.. You could come to the gym now if you’d like, you’ve got time before work, hm?”

“If… you have gym clothes I can borrow, sure! I'd love to. And you can show me your routine for staying so hot. But have a bite first.” They said, waiting for Seb’s mouth to cool off a bit but bringing the half a bagel close to his face right after.

Sebastion gazed up at Kori and sighed. He took a small bite of the bagel and then moved off to go find gym clothes.

He brought out some workout shorts and shirt for them. He had sweat pants and a tshirt for himself.

“I'm no trainer I'm afraid. You can watch if you'd like, and try to copy what I do. But I'm not great at teaching.” He warned.

Even with that small bite, Kori seemed satisfied, smiled and left Sebastion be. Even if they would have preferred it if he had eaten a bit more.

“Go change while I finish this! It's really good.” They said with a little nod. They'd just try their best to copy him. And uh, totally watch him flex them muscles. Respectfully.

The bagel didn't last much longer on Kóri's plate.

He nodded and placed Kori’s clothes down before going to the bathroom to change. While in there, he washed his face and brushed his teeth, and swapped into the sweat pants and tshirt.

The t-shirt did not hide his bruising on his arms, much to his dismay. But he didn’t have any long sleeves he could work out in. Most looked healed at this point, some greens and yellows mottled his skin. He ran a comb through his hair to untangle it, and then walked out to check in with Kori.

“You ready to head down?”

By then Kóri had also changed, pretty fast to avoid getting caught in the act. They looked at Sebastions’ bruised arms, nothing they hadn't even before. But Seb didn't know that, and nodded.

“Yes, ready! I will be right behind you.” They said with a little smile, and sadness in their eyes. For their new friend, who was more than a bit battered.

Sebastion nodded and led Kori down towards the gym.

The gym was full of different machines and free weights that people could use. At this hour, it was empty though. Sebastion started stretching out his arms, groaning as he reached behind his head and stretched his core as well.

“Normally I start off with a run for a bit. Just to kind of warm up.” He murmured. “After, I do some free weight training. Today’s arm day, so I’ll be using the benches for a bit.” He said.

Poor Kori was staring at everything with an open mouth. “Oh…Kay! I will copy you. Gyms back home were uh. Going to the forest for a trek or lifting sacks of different sizes. This is so coooool~” They said, walking around to sniff everything and curiously poke at most of the machines. And mess with the buttons excitedly.

Sebastion grinned and shook his head. Like a little kid in a toy store almost, he thought. He started on the treadmill, showing Kori how to set the timer and the speed on the other before going on a run for a while.

Afterward, he set up a bench with a bar and threw weights on either side and helped Kori determine how much they could lift and how much they should lift for the rep scheme. He spotted for them, making sure they were safe before moving to do his own set and would swap back and forth.

After several reps, he moved to do the minor groups in his arms.

“I hate these..” He muttered as he lifted the dumbbell from behind his head to over his head with both arms. “But they are important..

“Why do you hate it? And why do it if you hate it?” Asked Kóri, who was having the time of their life with everything they were learning. They might not do this every day though even if they could. They much preferred exercising outside, exploring and jumping around. Sebastion’s presence made it worth it though. And he was not a bad teacher like he had claimed.

“Because, the minor muscles help support the major muscles. If the major muscles aren’t supported by the minor muscles, you could injure yourself pretty badly.” He stated, as if reading from a text book. “So I do them, in your words not mine, to continue looking good.” He teased.

They hummed, pausing to watch Sebastion because they got a bit too tired.

“You know, I don't understand who has like… been lying to you so hard that you have it drilled into your head that you’re ugly, boring, a bad person, a bad teacher, too. Maybe your lovely dad-boss. But I'm learning a lot today thanks to you, I don't like… give compliments to rude idiots or assholes. You have made my last 24 hours the best I've ever had. And you look hot enough to be a god. Sooo… just saying, I guess… that you should take my words seriously.” They said, continuing to copy Seb now that they had had a little break.

He groaned as he lifted it one more time, putting the weight to the ground and leaned against his knees to rest. He pondered on how to answer them, unsure what he would go into details about right now.

He sighed and looked at Kori. “Straighten your back a bit.” He corrected them. “Have you ever had to deal with something like.. A piece a candy that looks very similar to another piece of candy? Like.. Unmarked M&Ms and skittles?” He asked.

First they nodded and straightened their back as they were told. What the fuck was a skittle? But he was talking about off brand candy, dupes of the original maybe.

“...yes?” They said, peering curiously at Sebastion.

“Let’s say you really really like M&Ms but you don’t like the skittles at all. They don’t taste the same, or you have a bad association with skittles of some sort. So when you go to the store, you only buy M&Ms. But lets say, a parent decided to take a bowl and mix them together because they like skittles and they make you eat them. Normally, we could smell them, obviously but.. The bowl has been mixed and everything smells the same.” He explained.

“Would you like the candy in the bowl?”

They furrowed their brows and squinted at Sebastion. What the fuck kind of brain puzzle?.

“Maybe not from the smell? But if I came closer and took an MnM and not a skittle, it would… taste good? I guess? What the fuck is a skittle anyway? It sounds like scuttle. Are you city boys eating like caramelized bugs now? Is that where you get protein?” They asked. As a fox they had eaten insects before. As a human, only when they were well cooked and crispy! Now it was their damn turn to groan and complain with the last few reps with the dumbbell.

The man sighed and shook his head. “Never mind.” He said. “And no, I don’t eat caramelized bugs. I have eaten bugs before though. They’re a delicacy in some places.” He chuckled softly. “Can’t say they are my favorite thing to eat, though.”

He picked up his weights and put them away at the rack, wiping the sweat off his face with the bottom of his shirt. “Think that’s all for today.” He said. “We’re going to have to get you washed and dressed for work before too long.”

“Crispy worms and grilled grasshoppers with mustard are my favorite bug snacks” Said Kóri, not sure where they were a delicacy. Maybe some bugs only?. Maybe very far away.

“I'm sorry about your metaphor, I'm a bit of a himbo sometimes. But I'm still serious when I talk about you…” They said a bit sheepish. They then helped put the weights away and sat their ass on the floor.

“I don't wanna go to work.” they pouted, looking at Seb and not moving. Refusing to? Maybe.

Sebastion raised a brow at them. “I don’t blame you. But you’ll get in trouble with your uncle if you don’t.” He said, though he sounded as though he wasn’t going to push hard one way or another. “I cannot have a roommate permanently, unfortunately and I cannot skip my job today.” He murmured.

He looked at his shirt and sighed, shrugging it off entirely. It was soaked anyway at this point.

“Come on, lets go get showered.”

At Sebastion’s words, Kori madean absurd show of sighing loudly like it was the hardest thing in the world to get up.

“Okaaa-ah…” Sebastion had taken off his shirt and Kori, well, stared for a second before they looked away, blushing. And muttered “Y”. Their own shirt wasn't in a much better state though, so they also took it off. And followed Seb.

Sebastion led them to the elevator to head up. When the doors opened, the one eyed guard dog stood there, grinning at Sebastion.

“Mornin’ Sebastion.” He said, his thick accent pouring through somewhat sarcastically. “‘Ope yer friend doesn’t stay long- Ya got to get to work soon enough.” He gave Kori a once over, a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Just an associate from the club from last night. They wanted pointers on working out. They’ll be showering and we’ll be leaving shortly after.” Sebastion said, squeezing by. Ragar slid out of the elevator, keeping his eye on Kori.

“As ya say…” He said, skeptical. “Ya best not be late this time. Boss won’t be so lenient this time, ya know.” He chuckled darkly.

“Good morning!” Said Kóri in Lutetian, to the rancid smelling guy who had, if they weren't wrong, just threatened Sebastion. They didn't like how he looked at them either, and their hair bristled a little. But they kept their expression schooled in a it of a dumb grin as they waved him both hello and goodbye while themself and Sebastion walked around him and into the elevator.

They doors closed but Kóri stayed quiet, with their nose wrinkled. They'd wait to be in Seb’s apartment to say anything though. Unless their friend broke the silence first.

Sebastion remained silent until they made it back into the apartment. He tossed his shirt on the couch.

“He’s the reason you can’t stay here.” He simply stated. He went to the bedroom and went searching for clean clothes for them.

They would probably shower first though. Both of them, right? Kóri followed Sebastion while holding their t-shirt.

“What will he do? He isn't your family. Keeping the one eye on you? He stinks…” Said Kóri, curious but unsettled.

Sebastion’s jaw was clenched. “More than likely, report you to my father. After that, my father will either show himself, or instruct Ragar to bring you to him.” He said quietly, his tone a bit dark. “He is who reports to my father to.. Ensure I do what I’m supposed to.” He looked over at Kori. “And yeah, he probably does stink. He’s fucking mental.”

He handed Kori a change of clothes. “Go shower. I’ll get mine after.”

“Ah, well I'm not in a hurry to meet your family yet. We can leave that for after we have had a third pizza date and get matching sweatshirts.” Said Kóri, who looked nervous regardless of their sad attempt at humor. They brushed Sebastion’s fingers with theirs when they took the clothes after discarding their shirt. A tiny bit of comfort, for Sebastion maybe. For themself, certainly. Then without more arguments they headed into the shower. Suddenly, seeing their very likely to be pissed off uncle didn't sound like such a bad idea. Even if the thought of leaving Seb alone made their core feel turbulent… he was a grown man, and he had survived this long. So he didn't need Kóri to keep doing that, he'd okay if not fine.

He relaxed slightly. “I hope you never meet my family, to be honest..” He admitted. He was too upset to really understand Kori’s gesture in the moment, but appreciated none the less.

He watched as they went for the shower, then begun to pace.

By the time Kori returned, Sebastion was on the phone, speaking in Lutetian to someone. He was laughing and smiling, though none of it met his eyes. It was as if he were simply doing it to keep up the show.

“.. I’ll see you in a bit. Mhmm~ Bye~” He said, hanging up the phone. He looked at Kori. “.. I’ll have my driver take you to the club we met last night. Once there, can you get to your uncle’s place quickly? Or do you need money for a cab?” He asked.

This time their shower was pretty fast and they didn't wash their hair, or stop to look at themself in the mirror. No time for reflection thoughts, as they called them.

When they got back and saw Sebastion… acting, because there wasn't another way to describe it, their eyes widened. They took note of his gestures, the hollow tone in his speech and laughter. Like the good hunter they liked to think of themself as… and in case they ever needed to recognise those lies if they were thrown at them. They hoped it didn't happen, but one never knew.

“I can even run from here if it's too much, and you don't need to give me money for a cab.” They assured Sebastion with a tight smile. Would he be walking them to the door downstairs? It was probably a bad idea.

Sebastion inwardly winced, thinking that maybe Kori finally hit a breaking point in the crazy if they were simply willing to run from here instead of taking the ride. Perhaps it was for the best.
“It is a bit of a run from here to the club, I don’t know how far your uncle’s store is from the club..” He murmured, but didn’t push the subject.

He pulled a shirt on and walked towards the door, going to see them out at the very least. “I’ll see you out, I suppose..”

They shrugged. “Running is fun! And I'm getting very good at parkour.” They said with a soft smile, walking to the door with Sebastion. Where they got a bit nervous. But they went down in the elevator, which Kori wasn't a fan of and tried their best to pretend they weren't imagining the walls closing down on them. Like the ones in their tiny bedroom. It wasn't a long ride though and they got to the door.

“Okay! I’m… thank you for everything again. You’re amazing! And I never know how to say goodbye.” They said, taking his hand in theirs and rubbing his knuckles with the tips of their fingers. It felt a bit more serious than a fox kiss. And Kóri, when sober, was weird about kissing people on the face. So they brought his hand up to their lips for a quick kiss on the knuckles instead. Then they stepped back and let go of his hand.

“I will see you soon! And send you memes.” They said, grinning, a noticeable blush dusting their cheeks.

Sebastion felt his cheeks heat up slightly as Kori kissed his knuckles. “I’ll see you soon.” He confirmed with a smile. “I’ll let you know when your clothes have come in.” He said, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He watched for a moment longer before returning to the building to face the day.