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[burningfree]

[It was like, 3 in the morning, and Lio was laying in bed while restlessly typing this on his phone, the subject of the post laying next to him and almost certainly drooling in his sleep.]

To whom it may concern.

If you see an idiot firefighter running around the city shirtless at any point, look with your eyes, not your hands. Actually, I'd prefer if you kept your eyes above the chin.

He's mine.

[Happy first day of Sanguis!]

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[burningfree]

[Lio definitely wasn't mad, just flustered. He didn't ever really consider that he'd be involved in anything that could be described as "romantic" until now.]

Yeah, I guess.

I think Galo has an easier time understanding his own emotions than I do mine, though. Sometimes I think he knows what I'm feeling better than I do.

I'm still not sure what to call this thing between us yet.

[affectueux]

[ serge nods at his device, not really realizing that he can’t be seen. he’s just that empathetic to lio’s situation here. ]

You don’t have to call it anything at all, but if you’re worried, you can always talk to him. Preferably when he’s awake and clothed, though. The latter part has helped me considerably.

[burningfree]

I can imagine it's easier to think straight if the person you like is actually wearing a shirt. We'll see if I get so lucky.

[Probably not.]

[affectueux]

[ been there, done that… he really feels for you, lio. ]

As I said, if you must, dress him by force! Though that’s good advice for any day of the week.

Good luck with your firefighter.