#* red;

He moves quickly, blind to the world around him. His shoulder hits hard, while not at his best he was still built like a brick wall. Cursing his lifts his gaze, eyes bleeding black as he unconsciously starts to leech off the slightest bit of endorphins. “Ah--” Throat dry, his hands shake. “Get away from me.”

“What does a celestial and the north star have in common?” His brows furrow, taking the words quite literally. His tongue grazes over his bottom lip, eyes narrowing in the slightest. “You might want to rethink your astronomy before--” There’s a pause in his words, suddenly he feels more intrigued. “Not human. But what is that scent?” Unabashedly, the bloody being leans forward, close enough to the others neck to get straight from the source. A reprimanding tsk, lips curling into a smirk. “Powdery, like earth but not. You should know your astronomy better, you carry the scent of the stars.” 

“Are you new or just stupid, boy?” Brows raise, the alien waiting for his response. “This is a fight, there are no rules thus there is no cheating. If you can’t take a hit, you leave my ring. You should be so lucky that you’re still standing.” 

Stepping down from the platform, he pulls out his notebook while looking for his usual place to sit. It’s up high where he can still watch but be away from the chaos. Surprised, he finds someone already sitting on the stoop. “You new here kid? That’s my spot.” 

He’s about to argue the informality of those words when the kiss is placed to his neck. His hand tightens its hold in Skye’s hair just for a second, the alien feeling another ripple of happiness coming off the other. It nearly has him groaning, absently nodding his head to whatever the male requests next because in all honesty - he would give Skye anything. It doesn’t even matter. He had known for a while he was long gone, especially after he had given up wearing his perception filter when alone with the other. He could truly be himself and not feel like some monster that was ready to be carted away. “We can spend all day there, if that’s what you want.” 

He never loses his straight posture, always at attention like the soldier he is. What it doesn’t stop him is from threading his hands into Skye’s hair, gently rubbing at the others scalp as they both wait for the food to finish warming up. “Not today, since we uh...” Red clears his throat, “--had relations last night, there is no point for me to go to the ring tonight.” 

The second kiss has him a little off guard, thankful that he’s sitting down otherwise he might have stumbled. Once he’s sure his body is functioning properly he trails after the other, leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. “They are called cakes of the pan. I also made eggs and some bacon in case you were feeling a little drained.” He was still feeling the residual effects of last night, Skye always seeming to feed into their telepathic bond even when Red isn’t trying to breathe in the sweet scent of endorphins. “The google told me how.” He didn’t know how his cooking skills gauged but if there was one thing he was good at it was following instructions.