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[ Oh, now she's the one being bullied-- She's flustered, but she's also okay with this. There's something nice about messing with each other like this, considering their start... which she will not do, because she would rather not right now.

So, yeah, she fuckin' smell checks Zelos. Amazing. She huffs a little, but with Zelos and Therion both leaning into her, she can't be actually upset. ]

It's not terrible, but I think I'll stick with mine. Here I thought you'd have something more impressive, Mr. Chosen.

[ It's easier to not focus on how flustered she is when she's teasing them. ]

Cute of you to try to mark us with your scent, though.

[He gives the strands of hair he's captured one curious rub between his fingers before letting them go. Yup. Silky. Feels like quality and care.

With that, he turns more decidedly towards Mira, resettles his face in the crook of her shoulder, sighs, and makes to go back to sleep. If Zelos and Mira want to be touchy and snuggly, so be it. He's equal to that. Can't make him blush and shy away.

Also: Comfy. Warm. It's not quite as strange as it used to be, here with them.]

Hey, you can't fault me for trying. One of us needs to look out for the others' well-being, it may as well be me.

[ He smirks as his hair gets relinquished after the inspection, using his free hand to pull it back over his shoulders and out of the way again.

He feels Therion settle back into Mira's shoulder and follows suit, leaning his head against her as the two of them sort of snuggle up some more. ]

[ Oh.

Well.

Now both of them are snuggled up against her, and she's pretty trapped. But she's not upset about it. Her heart's racing about a mile a minute, though. Clearly, she didn't think this through, and now she's suffering the consequences.

All things considered, though, she could be in a lot worse position than this. ]

If you're so worried, you'll just have to teach us your secrets.

[ Her voice is a lot steadier than she'd guessed, but it's still pretty... affected. No one can blame her, though, being sandwiched in by two guys who occupy the most space in her heart. ]

...I don't know about that.

[With his nose all but pressed to Mira's neck, Therion can feel her breakaway pulse. With Zelos copying him and leaning into Mira, taking every opportunity he can get to get close to her, Therion thinks he's got the size of what's happening.

Despite himself, he cares--more than he can admit--for both of them. It's all right. It'll feel good to help them along. Therion continues casually:]

If he doesn't teach us, he gets to keep doing it himself.

[This is what he does: artfully exposes what's buried, brings it to light for the taking. Zelos will be careful with Mira, because she's not just some leaf-a-dozen "hunny," not with everything she's done--everything she's become--for all of them. And in return, Mira will be so, so careful with Zelos, with his broken, cutting edges and the scars of his chains.

Therion knows. Both of them, the exquisite, aching beauty of them, have struck him indelibly to his core. Because they have, because they mean so much to him, he goes out of his way to layer meaning into his otherwise light voice.]

Going to take care of us, huh, Zelos?

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melts in through the nearest wall here also

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