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"Y'know, Stengrim, I genuinely wasn't sure we were both going to come out the other side of..."
Magnar trailed off, lowering the cloth to attempt to rub more soap into it. It was manky now, blood and soot and warpaint turning the off-white cloth... a colour better left undescribed. Sigrun had taken to the other room, muttering something about how they'd best clean up so she could tell what blood was theirs, versus someone else's.
Magnar huffed a sigh, giving up on any sort of fancy wording.
"... this."
He raised a paw, raising Sten's chin- ostensibly to catch the warpaint worked into the fur at the other warg's throat- but once he'd caught his eye, he paused- the soap and cloth sagging some, half-forgotten.
"... We're sticking together now, right?"
It wasn't a confession, because they'd been dancing around that for far too long and the rush of blood and battle had yet to leave them, and it wasn't really the time.
But it was close.
There is no hetrosexual situation for this
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