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A smile was his only response as he climbed onto the bed and took a seat beside Gren. "Don't apologise! What's mine is yours. Besides, I can certainly say that it looks better on you than me... especially around the front." He gave his husband's chest a gentle poke for emphasis, beaming. "So; what are we looking at today, Private Eckener?"

"Really?" He swallowed another gulp of tea before placing the mug down on a bedside table. "Hah, wow... Look at your hair."

"As am I~" He chuckled, fingers playing with the dark tips of indigo hair. "They make for good reins~" MacPere gave a playful smile, fingers still playing, before he looked back to the album. "Oh-- Who is this you're kissing~?" He cooed, giving a teasing wolf whistle.

"I see..." He smoothed a thumb over the picture, focus mainly on Gren and his eyes. There weren't any bags, but then again, he rather like them. It was a bittersweet feature, especially considering how they were obtained. "Well, I just hope he wasn't a better kisser than me. Not that such a thing is too hard..."

"Oh... Stage lights and all! Moving up in the world~" He beamed at the pure concentration on everyone's faces, especially Gren's (as it looked kind of hilarious), and found it no surprise that the crowd appeared so elated. "This is back on Mars, right?"

"Haha... I couldn't imagine you doing so nowadays, oddly. Maybe I don't know you well enough yet." He leaned on Gren's shoulder, hands locking around his waist. "It's nice to see you looking so elated~"

"So, I'm not the only one with that feeling then..." He murmured, closing his eyes. He sighed through his nose to show his relaxed state and continued to watch his husband's nostalgia.

(See you then, sweetheart... heart )

The door opened to the inn and Angeles stumbled inside. D followed in after her and shut the door behind him. There was a dark aura rolling off his body. He took another step forward pushing Angeles again and she stumbled but caught his wrist.

"I get it D, you're pissed off," she growled. It had taken another fight, one that Angeles lost, again, to get her to return to the inn. What D would do now was a mystery, possibly even to D. Angeles had killed many men, humans, but they had not been defenseless, and they had been working for an evil entity.

Angeles looked back at D and tsked. She tightened her grip on her wrist and took D to the kitchen. He would most likely have to go see D about whether or not he should kill Angeles for what she had done, he couldn't go with dried blood on the side of his face.

She released him as they got to the sink and she got a hand towel wet before gently running it over his face. She had hit him over the head with the deathwhisper. It had taken forever to find the right second to do so. She was glad it had worked, if she had hit him and he had not gone unconscious, then she would have been in for a worse world of hurt.

She pushed her mind away from the previous day's events and turned to wash the cloth out. When she brought it back to his face she froze. He reached up and held her hand firmly. For a moment she was frozen looking into his eyes.

After she was lost for a lifetime in those pools of darkness she slipped out of his grasp leaving the cloth in his hand and walked past him and back out into the main room, moving to sit in her usual seat.

D closed his eyes briefly and put the cloth to his face to finish cleaning up.