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“Uri, Uri no—“
“But Polaris, you promised we’d get married when I reached adulthood! You promised me! You even made the pinky promise—“
Polaris claps a hand over the other’s mouth, ignoring the muffled protests spilling from the trickster’s. Though doing this, taking their height difference into considering, he leaves himself quite defenseless.
Defenseless, in the sense that Uri manages to slip out of the smaller demon’s grasp and scoop him up into a bridal carry.
“Hey hey hey—! Put me down this instant!”
“No, I won’t let you break our promise.”
“But I’m marrying—“
Uri pushes a finger to cold lips, promptly causing Polaris to quiet down, perhaps even blush just a little bit from that slight warmth.
“Hotaru will understand, won’t he?”
Polaris opens his mouth to protest, but opts for small pout eventually leading to a subtle nod. Uri laughs.
“See?” He smiles brightly, planting a quick kiss on the other’s forehead and nuzzling him gently. “Now I promise not to set anything on fire, but I can’t say your heart will be safe from my fiery charm!”
Polaris does not resist rolling his eyes, nudging against him as a replacement for a playful shove. “Remind me not to let you hang around Val anymore.”