“It’s a close race that’s for certain.” He relinquishes Lucifer’s coat to reach up and dip his chin down for a quick kiss. A smile flashing into existence. “However the one I’m looking at wins out every time. Especially when you’re happy. Then that’s no contest at all.”
Matthieu slips over the change to cover drinks when the bartender returns. There’s a couple of glances from their neighbors but he’s not as self conscious anymore. Lucifer gives the stability he needs even if the man uses it to flaunt to the naysayers.
He leans against the bar, laughing. “So no couple sparring then?”
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Date: 2019-02-17 04:17 pm (UTC)From:Matthieu slips over the change to cover drinks when the bartender returns. There’s a couple of glances from their neighbors but he’s not as self conscious anymore. Lucifer gives the stability he needs even if the man uses it to flaunt to the naysayers.
He leans against the bar, laughing. “So no couple sparring then?”