PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

[ owain follows after gerome, still placating minerva with his voice as they get her on the bed ] I suppose it was my fault here.

[maskarang]

[ she settles onto the bed and gerome steps back, crossing his arms tiredly ] If anything, we share the blame.

[swordhandled]

I'm the one who kissed you.

[maskarang]

And I kissed back.

[swordhandled]

I still shoulder more blame.

[maskarang]

[ ... should he risk. yeah, he'll risk it. one hand goes to owain's chin and leads him closer. have another light kiss. ] This should make us even.

[swordhandled]

[ blushes, god why are you so smooth ] Hm, what if I don't want us to be even?

[maskarang]

[ says owain, the other smooth one ] Minerva's tolerance for our antics is alarmingly low today. Try for more and you may face her wrath.

[swordhandled]

Then later I will give you a debt to pay back.

[maskarang]

I'll wait with bated breath.

[swordhandled]

[ grins and sits on the bed ]

[maskarang]

[ takes a step forward

trips and lands face first in owains lap ]

[swordhandled]

A-Ah, Gerome!

[maskarang]

Owain. [ well, that's one way to get a faceful. he guesses. pulling his head back but staying on his knees. ]

[swordhandled]

[ you know. he's... not upset with this update ] Are you alright?

[maskarang]

... Yes. As luck would have it, you broke my fall. [ if luck is the right word. it probably is. for one of them. both of them. he clears his throat and looks at minerva, who starts raising her wings again.

pulling back. slowly. ]

[swordhandled]

[ raising his hands

no bitey ]

[maskarang]

[ seeing them back away, minerva claws at the bed and settles down comfortably. watching. waiting. ]

The bolder we get, the quicker she is to anger. Minerva... Surely you didn't make this much of a fuss when mother and father were together...?

[swordhandled]

--I can't imagine Uncle Frederick and Aunt Cherche as being as affectionate as us.

[maskarang]

... You may be right. Mother doted on Minerva more than anyone else. Father... Well, it's obvious most of his affection went to Chrom.

[ a soft sigh. he's going to tempt fate and rest his head on owain's lap, but he keeps a close eye on minerva at the same time. ]

[swordhandled]

He's just dedicated, and it's hard to not dote on Minerva.

[ giving her a small look, before just gently rests a hand on gerome's head ]

[maskarang]

It pleases me to hear you say that. I know caring for a wyvern can be difficult, far more so than any other creature. And Minerva is even more particular than the rest of her kind.

[ minerva continues her leering. seeing that, he raises his hand toward her. she pads over and he gently begins to scratch her under her chin. ]

[swordhandled]

It's why she deserves it. No matter the difficulty we may face for caring for her, Minerva is worth it.

[ when she reaches them, he starts petting her as well, but on top of her head ]

[maskarang]

She is.

[ and owain was worth finding. with only a moment's delay, he lifts his head up and gives owain a chaste, if long, kiss. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he hums into the kiss, not questioning why it's being given.

don't look a gift horse in the mouth ]