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From the beginning, Bastion had been gifted with small allowances for the way that he acted. He had been Eris' pet, back then - His ebony auxiliary had adored the small grey male, as indeed she continued to. Sirius had been far less favorable in his judgment, and had allowed the antics of the peculiar youth to continue only because of his talents in other areas... Indeed, the arbiter's values had proven to easily overcome his bizarre lack of social etiquette.
Indeed, after a while, the King of Thorns had become accustomed to his peculiar behavior, and lax in his own stiffness toward it. What had been a cold reception quickly faded into nonchalance - However, since the small man had adopted his current habit of bringing Sirius gifts, nonchalance had arisen to some form of fondness. With the Boss, it was difficult to tell true fondness from bought fondness; One could easily purchase his whimsy with the right manner of currency. But more than that, Sirius had begun to think of his arbiter with a strange sort of pleasure. His loyalty felt secure.
Regardless of such a peculiar liking, had the Hallow man done this most recent act of strangeness in public, the King would surely have immediately pushed him to the ground. It would have been a swift and decisive action. To climb onto his lap in view of the pack would have been to show disrespect, and an act of blatant disregard such as that, whether it had been intentional or not, would have been bluntly denied.
However, in the seclusion of his Throne-room, Sirius allowed it - Albeit stiffly, uncomfortably. His posture stiffened, and from deep within his chest and throat thrummed a low growl, almost inaudible. "You must ask before you touch me in future, Bastion. That is how one must act around his King," There was no menace to his tone, but it was deep and warning nonetheless. It was not truly the grey man's fault, and as such Sirius did not blame him for his action of childish adoration, but he would lay such a law to instruct the arbiter in future.
Sirius shifted slightly so that the small, petite male, who was light enough not to provide too much discomfort, could sit more neatly across his lap. Then, allowing his black lips to lift foxishly at the corners, his deep and succulent tones swelled forth again. "So, what have you brought your King today?"
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