( Aventurine clings to the other man as if his life depended on it, terrified and awestruck by turns that Ratio would pick him, over and over again. At the chiding, Aventurine can't help but chuckle through his tears. Trust Ratio to find the right words, even if they're insults. He sniffs once, annoyingly loud in the quiet, and pulls back enough from Ratio to show him that his tears are slowing down, stopping.
Aeons, he loves this man. To a terrifying degree. )
You'd better. Or I'll find a way to haunt you once I've died, Ratio, I swear.
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Aeons, he loves this man. To a terrifying degree. )
You'd better. Or I'll find a way to haunt you once I've died, Ratio, I swear.