“You realize of course that I’ll be telling ~everyone~ about this momentous occasion?”
Ossë glared. A petulant, flustered glare. (Which was really his normal glare around Sauron.) His fins flared out in indignation. “You need to know that I am only doing this because the blasted, Eru-forsaken greycloaks are /forcing/ me to, and not because I want to do this in any way,” he prefaced, tone clipped and sharp. He stepped closer. His gaze flickered over his cousin’s face, hunting. Then he squinted his eyes shut and headbutted forward to mash their mouths together awkwardly.
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