Flowers || Accepting

"You really seem to like giving me flowers." His fingers brush along the petals set among the pale waves of his hair, reverent in spite of the scowl on his face.

// Okay....so story time ....

Back where I use to live we had this cat (one of those floofy chantillys) that had the tendency to follow you -everywhere- including into the bathroom. And there would just sit in the shower stall just watch you. Like they would just chill there. Except for when it wanted attention and would push stuff off the shelves in there. Unfortunately due to really old age it did pass away.

The man loved her endlessly, he really, truly, did not want to be someone who also hurt her. So really, this was all he could offer at the moment, he would make up for it later when he was better. It was a silent promise.

He stroked her cheek softly, tenderly. One more kiss on her forehead, before he turned back to his documents, wanting to get this particular mess out of his way.

Zal wasn't a cure for everything but she could at least ease some of his pain. Being in charge of the Rust Syndicate wasn't for the faint of heart - as faint as his heart sometimes was - but he supported her, so she would support him all the same.

She puts down a mug of tea on the desk. Out of the way of his organization. She holds his hand against her face as a quiet reply to his promise.

Zalaia had errands to run herself, so she could pick up a few things for him for the evening. No sense in stressing him out more. So she leaves his office quietly. If she's in the building, it'll give him something to worry about.

"My apologies. I did not mean to upset you."

"I wanted to come here personally to secure a good relation between us. I see no reason why the Rust Syndicate and Exceed can not see eye to eye. We mean no trouble here."

As the situation unfolds, and Exceed expand across the world, it was important to keep an eye on other groups; to avoid conflict with them if possible. It's just unfortunate for Spinel that he's caught Corbeau in such a foul mood.

"We're simply investigating."

Weren't these the most kissable lips Guzma had ever seen? It was such a shame they were frowning...

"Why you always look like da angry frowny face emoji?" It's actually pretty endearing, and Guzma is hardly in any position to comment given his own permanently furrowed brows. Hmm, he could solve this problem by leaning down, but why do that when he can hook his arms around the smaller man and heft him to his own level. Or rather, it puts Corbeau a little above his own head so he can actually smirk up at him before meeting his lips.

She had just finished another battle. Her rotophone had been nudging the back of her head for the last few minutes and she just happened to notice it now.

Zal is tired, maybe a little grumpy at the fact she is too tired. The light on the screen is even too bright. Words were hard to read. She see's the name though... and her face softens a bit. Zal doesn't need to read the rest of the message.

What time was it? Three in the morning?

...

Bittley picks her up in his mouth.

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Zalaia does come to her second home almost immediately, but slowly. She can barely get her jacket off before finding where Corbeau is sitting and unceremoniously joining him with a flop.

Oh. That lines up perfectly with the letter she found in her own mother's things and the events that was transcribed.

Hand Kisses || Accepting

As the onetime leader of an organization himself, he's not totally a stranger to shows of respect, but Team Skull wasn't exactly what anyone could call formal. Not like this. But really, is this respect, or affection? He's honestly not certain about anything other than the fact he's never experienced this before. His hand is caught in Corbeau's smaller one and slowly brought up to the Syndicate leader's lips.