Porthos fills his coffee with thick cream before he wanders over to Aramis' side, perching on the arm of the chair as he leans down to steal a kiss from him and tugging away at the blankets he's swathed himself with. "Aramis doesn't like me going back for those classes," he explains to Athos, still fussing with the blankets.
"Funny, I've offered to do them here and I get that little glare of his," he says, but leans sideways for another soothing little kiss to his cheek.
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Date: 2015-01-03 11:31 pm (UTC)"Funny, I've offered to do them here and I get that little glare of his," he says, but leans sideways for another soothing little kiss to his cheek.