Bridge blushed a little, looking up with a small smile, although his eyes were still large and doe-like. "Thank you."
Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed
"Was that good? I'm quite bad at reassuring people." Scipio continued patting Bridge.
"Yeah, it's…it's good." He said, looking back to the wall to hide his small, yet noticeable, blush.
"Do you like it?" Scipio cocked his head slightly to the side, his hand resting on Bridge's head.
He nodded shyly, not saying anything, his cheeks red.
"Okay." Scipio continued petting Bridge.
Eventually, Bridge let his knees dangle from the bench instead of having them pulled up to his chest, smiling to himself the same way as before.
Strange… Scipio eventually pulled Bridge closer to himself, still patting him.
Bridge blushed a little more, staying quiet and enjoying Scipio's touch.
"Sei mio…" Scipio said softly, pulling Bridge closer.
"What…what does that mean?" Bridge asked softly, leaning back against Scipio.
"Don't worry about it." Scipio continued his petting, staring at the cell doors.
"Okay." He agreed in a small voice with a little sigh.
(It means you're mine lol)
Scipio huffed whenever guards passed, glaring at them. He seemed to have become extremely protective of Bridge.
((I know it does google translate lmao))
Bridge looked up at the door under his eyelashes whenever a guard walked by, smiling a little at how protective Scipio was of him. It felt nice - his touch, and the knowledge Scipio liked him, and how much he wanted to protect him.
(Ye)
Sometimes the guards would stop for a moment to make sure Scipio wasn't trying to kill Bridge, but they quickly left at the looks he gave them. "Maledette guardie … stanno cercando di portarti via…" He muttered to himself.
"What?" Bridge asked, looking up at Scipio. He'd heard the word guards.
"They're trying to take you away…" He growled, pulling Bridge closer.
"Oh." He blinked for a moment, then looked down to the floor again and blushed. "I…how do you know?"
Scipio grumbled something to himself, but didn't really give a clear answer.
"What…what did you say?" He asked quietly, looking back up to him with those large, golden eyes of his.
"They keep looking at you… and they took you before. They might do it again."
"I don't…I don't think they will. With…with you here," He admitted, glancing towards the door for a moment.
"But they might, and I can't allow that."
"Oh." He was silent for a moment before speaking again. "Why?" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.
"Because they're lying bastards and I want you to stay here."
((what if they do take him and he gets hurt and Scipio mcfreakin loses it))
Bridge looked to the floor again, blushing a little. He didn't know what to say.
(Oh y e s)
"They'll hurt you. Don't trust them." A guard came to the door. "Scipio, we need to borrow Bridge for a moment." "No! Vaffanculo!" The guard sighed and pulled out his walkie talkie. "Yeah, I'm gonna need backup."
((Also…stalkers, reveal yourselves))
Bridge froze, pressing his lips together again and looking up at Scipio in worry.