[One of his main complaints during Cordis and the triple moons is that-
Things tend to get foggy.
He's not unaware of what's happening around him, but his judgement and senses are dulled and that keen edge he's cultivated over the years vanishes with that brilliant blue moon. Things tend to get out of hand and that's not necessarily bad or new. It's not unlike him to lose that tight reign of control he has over his emotions, but this-
This is unacceptable.
It started as a fight. He remembers that. A typical evening for them that somehow ended up with him recognizing Sougo was an Iris for the very first time during that tumble, but-
Before he could really think about it, that fight turned into a different sort of clash. A meeting of lips, a desperate attempt to control, an intimate exchange that he's trying not to recall, but every part of him aches in a way that proves they definitely had a hectic night. His neck burns from the memory of a collar that had been placed around him at some point during round two and he-
Sougo's behind him. In the bed.
And Caesar's on the edge of it, legs swung over the side to pull up his pajama pants-as if literally covering up will help him forget this ever happened. His eyes are piercing the wall in front of him because that's the only thing he can bear to face right now. The sheets behind him are twisted from their night and-
Their night and-
He abruptly stands, pointed amber ears perking high in the air and his blond tail puffs up twice its original size from his growing annoyance.]
I know you're awake, stronzo. Go back to your own room and we'll never speak of this again.
triple moon
Things tend to get foggy.
He's not unaware of what's happening around him, but his judgement and senses are dulled and that keen edge he's cultivated over the years vanishes with that brilliant blue moon. Things tend to get out of hand and that's not necessarily bad or new. It's not unlike him to lose that tight reign of control he has over his emotions, but this-
This is unacceptable.
It started as a fight. He remembers that. A typical evening for them that somehow ended up with him recognizing Sougo was an Iris for the very first time during that tumble, but-
Before he could really think about it, that fight turned into a different sort of clash. A meeting of lips, a desperate attempt to control, an intimate exchange that he's trying not to recall, but every part of him aches in a way that proves they definitely had a hectic night. His neck burns from the memory of a collar that had been placed around him at some point during round two and he-
Sougo's behind him. In the bed.
And Caesar's on the edge of it, legs swung over the side to pull up his pajama pants-as if literally covering up will help him forget this ever happened. His eyes are piercing the wall in front of him because that's the only thing he can bear to face right now. The sheets behind him are twisted from their night and-
Their night and-
He abruptly stands, pointed amber ears perking high in the air and his blond tail puffs up twice its original size from his growing annoyance.]
I know you're awake, stronzo. Go back to your own room and we'll never speak of this again.