[ And then he starts noticing for a very different reason, because this isn't like any type of affection that Korra or Asami had ever shown him, and he draped himself on those two on the regular.
Adra has always been so pretty; Bolin would've confused him for a woman if not for his voice. But it doesn't detract from his beauty - there isn't anyone like this that he's met in the Four Nations. It's almost like the other man's sparkling this close up. (He's had Too Much to drink.)
It makes him so happy. That he's got this friend, who's so reliable and strong, who cares so much. Everything that Bolin wishes he was. ]
Thanks.
[ A barely mumbled response, eyes caught on gold and brilliant green, and an innate warmth when he leans his face closer to press his lips to his friend's. ]
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Adra has always been so pretty; Bolin would've confused him for a woman if not for his voice. But it doesn't detract from his beauty - there isn't anyone like this that he's met in the Four Nations. It's almost like the other man's sparkling this close up. (He's had Too Much to drink.)
It makes him so happy. That he's got this friend, who's so reliable and strong, who cares so much. Everything that Bolin wishes he was. ]
Thanks.
[ A barely mumbled response, eyes caught on gold and brilliant green, and an innate warmth when he leans his face closer to press his lips to his friend's. ]