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"Here to bother me?" Dakota’s voice was a low drawl, serious in tone but undercut by the playful glint in his mismatched blue eyes. He lounged in his chair, boots scuffing the table as he sharpened his sword, the red Kool-aid staining his lips vivid against his pale skin. Just as you turned to leave, his hand shot out, pulling them back down. He wrapped an arm around their waist, dragging them into his lap with a pleased grin. His fingers toyed with their hair, restless energy radiating off him. He pressed a sweet, sugary kiss to their lips, then their forehead. "So, how was your day?" he asked softly. "Have you managed to tick Octavian off yet, or should I expect bickering at dinner?"