#rav:loukas

( ` he finally sighs, expressing signs of exasperation ) i cannot believe you. ( ` pressing a kiss to the backside of loukas’ hand, he then guides him down to the dungeons to enjoy some wholesome entertainment packed with morals and values ) 

( ` leans into the ravenclaw, humming thoughtfully after the kiss ) you’re getting less creative. ( ` he pinches loukas’ cheek with a playful chuckle ) not that i love you any less.

( ` nudges loukas a bit weakly, trying to disguise his embarrassment with a glare, but the hint of a whine in his voice betrays him ) stop it. ( ` sheepishly rubs at the back of his neck as he conjures up a bullshit excuse ) i just like.. your handwriting. it’s pretty.

( ` swallows thickly as a flush creeps up his neck, adverting his gaze ) are you really going to do this? 

( ` succeeds in maintaining a neutral expression before rolling his eyes ) or the m in marco is for marco. ( ` flicks his boyfriend’s forehead ) you’re not cute.

( ` catches the floating crane mid-flight, already familiar with the neatly creased edges his boyfriend is always so meticulous in perfecting. unfolding it slowly, only able to bother a single glance to the professor lecturing ahead, he hides a genuine smile at the message. moments later, he adopts a less fancy approach, crumpling up his response and tossing it over as the professor’s back is turned — “i know” and on the backside “come join me back here. it’s lonely.” )

...Is there something that you wish to proclaim, Loukas?