“Have faith, dear heart; I never said they must know of it being by our hands, or else handled in quieter ways as that.” Roberto is ever more the charming presence when laughter makes of him a rumbling thunder, wide-spread and soothing to his person. “To ensure the betterment of human life, and to ensure better literature for your appetite; I couldn’t see not proceeding with it, Roberto; no matter the means. Are we not the background influences, after all? That which remains in shadows.”
Nothing else but laughter suits his own, between laying more of his dark, dark head against that heartening vibration and tossing the device down on the table. He’s right - the wine and company alike would waste if he put much more vigor into this misbehavior. “Is that an invitation? And here, I thought thy wine to be the best offered to me,” making light of what’s left to his own glass, sliding over and laying with arms folded across the Lycan’s breasts. “-but you too wish me my teeth to gnash thy bread?” Though he’s entirely content simply as is, running index and middle along the curves of Roberto’s chin.
“Hiraga...you say that as though we aren’t regularly in hot water with the archbishop for all our meddling as it is. Hardly a promising stage at the ready for us to go undercover to bring justice to the education system, is it?” A yawning sigh as either arm stretches briefly over head. But no doubt in a hurry to return themselves to Hiraga’s silhouette upon their hasty descent. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t about to consider it though. To prevent more tripe like that being written if nothing else...” How good it is to laugh. And laugh, Roberto almost uncontrollably does--the heady timbre of his voice reverberates endlessly with the force of his mirth as one strong hand combs its fond and lazy way through the scientist’s dusk-black hair.
“Oh, don’t you play coy with me. There’s always more to your visits than just the wine.”A ‘tsk’, playfully scolding and accompanying the gentle pinch to the tip of the other man’s nose that waves that pretty face to and fro. At least, until a dramatic frown furrows Roberto’s brow once a certain thought seems to come to him out of the blue. “Unless...you’ve been stringing me along with an elaborate ruse all this time just to get into my bottles of good red!” Scandalous! And an utterly comedic concept that has him grinning wide enough to start an ache in either cheek.
“Isn’t that a nice thought? Usually its me doing much of that so called gnashing these days.” That pinching hand settles itself firmly at the small of Hiraga’s back, inviting as much as it is affectionate. “Maybe it’s that I wish to see you try?”
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