Kylo frowns to himself, filing that one away for later. He's got quite the substantial list of terms and phrases whose meanings he can only guess at already, just from this conversation— Tarot, Occult, Shotgun— and without his usual rescue method of simply slipping into the speaker's mind to peek at the back of the flashcard, he's feeling intolerably ignorant.
Or he would be, if Ronan weren't distracting him with that very unusual way of looking at him. Even without his extra senses he's sure he can feel it lingering on him even after Ronan's thrown himself on the bed like he's been longing to all this time. Kylo sits back down on the edge of his own with a soft hiss, reminded by the motion of the bruises almost certainly blooming under his skin right now.
"Most people find an excuse to leave a room the moment I enter it," he informs Ronan lightly. "You're the first to fight for the honour of my company."
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Shotgun?
Kylo frowns to himself, filing that one away for later. He's got quite the substantial list of terms and phrases whose meanings he can only guess at already, just from this conversation— Tarot, Occult, Shotgun— and without his usual rescue method of simply slipping into the speaker's mind to peek at the back of the flashcard, he's feeling intolerably ignorant.
Or he would be, if Ronan weren't distracting him with that very unusual way of looking at him. Even without his extra senses he's sure he can feel it lingering on him even after Ronan's thrown himself on the bed like he's been longing to all this time. Kylo sits back down on the edge of his own with a soft hiss, reminded by the motion of the bruises almost certainly blooming under his skin right now.
"Most people find an excuse to leave a room the moment I enter it," he informs Ronan lightly. "You're the first to fight for the honour of my company."