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[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.