[M]- we're all a little crazy
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Light responded quickly, though not with words. As soon as Sebastian's black lips touched his shoulder, the pale male suddenly leaned forward and pulled a knee up. He was quick to take large gulps of wine too, apparently fast on his way to getting as drunk as possible. The Italian watched with wry amusement, feeling older than his years. Surely a man of this age should be more sure of himself than Sebastian, who had yet to reach his second year.

Some of the wine stained Light's muzzle pink as he drank deeply. The russet male poured himself more wine from the other bottle before he set that one beside his acquaintance too. It seemed as though he might need that second bottle faster than Sebastian had anticipated.

He smiled charmingly as Light regained his voice. "Across the sea," he said warmly, his accented tones smooth and flowing. "From the city of Sabini. It was warmer. More civilised. Much more human history." Sebastian's smile turned wry. His orange eyes flickered over to the tall man's back, observing the knotted, tense muscles. Was he new to this?

Sebastian took a deep gulp of wine. One black paw was placed gently on Light's shoulder. "You're tense," he noted. He would not remove the paw until it was asked of him, which could very well be quite soon. "Where are you from?"


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