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[reenforces]

[Mikleo has it pretty bad for him, so the feeling is mutual. He's... certainly not expecting Sorey to take his hand like a gentleman and kiss it though. Mikleo goes from pink to red instantly. He almost doesn't hear what the brunet is saying, he's still stumbling a bit mentally.]

M—maybe you just make people want to trust you. [He clears his throat.] It certainly worked on me.

[He steps back and tries to tug Sorey with him. There's no real force to it, but he's just realized he wants to kiss Sorey very badly, and if he starts, he won't want to leave.]

Is there anything we should pack before we leave? [It was Sorey's idea, so he's not sure of the full scope of his plans.]

[notevensorey]

[Sorey smiles and allows himself to be tugged along.]

Oh, no, I managed to pack everything up in a picnic basket! I felt bad asking you to bake for today, so I bought some mochi and dango for dessert.

[He heads over to the kitchen to pick up the basket, which also has a blanket neatly folded inside it. Clearly, the brunet has gone all out to make this a proper picnic lunch!]

Drive, walk, or fly?

[reenforces]

You know I would have gladly done it. [He'd pinch Sorey, but he's secretly glad. Mochi and dango is never a bad idea. When he sees the nicely-packed basket, though, he feels a little... Are those butterflies? Good lord, he's 28.

Ah, Sorey asked a question.]

I didn't realize flying was an option. [His hair might get messed up, but... worth it.] Would there be room on your back for me?

[For Mikleo, it's important to remind his Shepherd that though he might have the form of a dragon, he's still every bit the Sorey that Mikleo knows and loves.]

[notevensorey]

Haha, I know, but I didn't want you to work for our date when I was the one to ask you out.

[Sorey grins. He appreciates Mikleo making sure he knows he's still human and okay, that being a dragon isn't hurting the seraph.]

There should be, but I'm hardly one to judge by my own perspective. You could hang out in my body while I carry the basket, though, if you don't feel too safe there.

[reenforces]

I suppose I'll just have to spoil you later.

[Mikleo will never hesitate. Not when it comes to Sorey. He has every intent of cuddling the hell out of his dragon boyfriend on the flight over there.]

I think it'll be fine.

[He makes sure he has the keys and the door is ready to be locked when they step out-- but before they get into the hallway, Mikleo stands on his very tiptoes and leans in to give Sorey a kiss on the cheek. He deserves it for all the hard work he's put in lately.]

Let's go.

[notevensorey]

You already spoil me rotten, love.

[Sorey sounds affectionate when he says that, though. He definitely appreciates all of Mikleo's efforts to help him feel human again after work, among other situations.

There's a slight dusting of pink across his cheeks when Mikleo kisses his cheek. However, his smile is both shy and delighted. He nods, and locks the door behind them before leaving with Mikleo. Once outside, he hands the basket over to his partner and steps away from any cars he could potentially damage on accident. It's a bit tricky, but he finds a good spot and transforms into his dragon form. Sorey shakes his body like a dog before lying down and looking over at Mikleo.]

All aboard the Dragon Express!

[reenforces]

[Aaaand there are those butterflies again. It's definitely not because of that term of endearment, nope.]

That doesn't sound like a complaint.

[He takes the basket carefully. After a moment of consideration, he just... does the seraph hammerspace thing and disappears the thing up his sleeves. He wants his hands free.

He gives Sorey plenty of space. Watching him turn into a dragon never really gets old; there's something more gentle about it than the awful tortured transformations from their old lives. The whole body shake is especially adorable.

Mikleo approaches with a soft, fond smile. With gentle hands and a surprising amount of grace, he climbs onto Sorey's back and slips his arms about his neck.]

You're always so beautiful.

[He shifts a little so he can hold onto something more substantial with at least one hand, but the other continues making slow circles over his scales.]

I could never be afraid—not in a million years. I hope you know that.

[And to accentuate his point, he peppers a few strawberry lip gloss kisses along the ridge of Sorey's neck.]

I think we're good to go.