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Sinric takes Hannibal's hand and pulls him into the shadows of an alleyway, drawing him into a kiss. The heels give him an advantage he doesn't usually have.

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Sinric does his best to straighten his (literal) ruffled feathers and leans into Hannibal's embrace, his shoes dangling from one hand as they walk.

Sitting down comes with a rather evident wince.

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"What would you like to drink?" Hannibal asks, trying not to smirk as if secretly proud of that effect.

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"Oh yes, please?" Sinric catches that not-smirk and answers it with a half pained smile. "Something strong and steadying, if you would be so kind?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Something with enough vitamins," Hanno al muses. "Campari orange. Two of those, please," he orders off a passing server.

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"I put myself in your hands." Sinric smile, trying to shift his feathered tail to comfortable position. Not to mention the rest of him which is aching in enjoyable ways.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal smiles, leans back, and awaits whatever comes next.


[[OOC: Wrap here?

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{ooc: Lovely, thank you!}