Rapeface Teo!? o.O
When Alaki started correcting Teo, those mixed-colored eyes finally came to settle on Key's own blues, still looking rather doubtful. He went on about how Giuseppe was wrong, and how purity and color just didn't match up. Teo considered for a moment wether or not he considered Alaki to be evil, and quickly decided that he wasn't. He was about to respond when Key kept going.
He kept that pouty face going, but his eyes eased back into amusement, his mood-swing having passed. Slowly, a smile crept back onto his face and he let his arms drop to his sides, the tip of his tail flicking. "You went out of your way to come see me?" His tone was a mixture of honest approval and delight, though it hinted towards something darker as well. Something... playful, even. His eyes matched, though they showed that darker gleam more than his voice.
Alaki was someone Teo knew he could trust. As far as the coydog was concerned, the larger male would never do harm to him. Poking, ruffling hair, friendly teasing... he remembered his father doing that to him as a child, but there was something quite a bit different about it now. Now it wasn't just affection between father and son. Still, Matteo felt the need to prove that he wasn't some sort of cry-baby about to ruin the good mood completely.
So, he smirked (an expression to make even evil little Beyaz proud) and shifted his weight so that he leaned up against Alaki's chest, looking up at him with a sly look in his eyes. "What could you have been doing otherwise? Getting into more trouble?" His eyes fell half-lidded. "I am honestly surprised Naniko still lets you leave your room without that Viking guy following you around." Then, a thought. He seemed to mock being concerned for a moment. "Why, Alaki, would you get in trouble for being here right now?"
Matteo loved being himself. He loved letting his submissive and abused wall crumble so that he could just be the Trovato child he was born as, the fun-loving trouble-maker he'd been as a child. Being around Alaki seemed to bring it out in him far more than anything else. He'd later wonder why, but for now, he was enjoying the freedom.
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