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Twisted Fate looked down at the crate he carried in amusement. The crate wasn’t particularly funny, but what it contained… He stifled a chuckle as the sound of indignant ribbiting started up again in response.
Was it slightly mean to burst out laughing as soon as the yordles were out of earshot? Perhaps, but Fate hadn’t become one of Bilgewater’s most wanted (in more ways than one) by being nice to his partner (in more things than crime). Graves understood.
Or not. He snuck another glance the crate, where the grumpy Gromp was giving him the most murderous glare it could muster; which is to say, not very. Gromps don’t really have expressive faces.
“I told you-“
Another angry ribbit. Fate sighed fondly, reaching down to fish Graves out of the crate and bring him to eye level.
“No more messin’ around with yordles, alright?” He tried to level Graves with a serious stare, but the effect was slightly undercut by the grin creeping onto his face. He couldn’t help it! The grumpy Graves expression on a Gromp’s face was just inherently adorable. (It’s adorable on his regular face, too, and Fate’s not even biased.)
Getting an idea, his grin turned smug as he pressed a kiss to the top of Gromp-Graves’ head.
*poof!*
A cloud of flowery purple smoke, and when Fate was done coughing, he saw Graves on the ground, red-faced and looking absolutely astonished.
He started laughing again.
“You dropped me, asshole!” Graves grumbled, picking himself up and rubbing his bruised tailbone, still bright red and refusing to meet Fate’s eyes.
Fate only laughed harder, extending a hand to Graves.
“Sorry, hotshot,” he teased, completely unapologetic.
Graves crossed his arms, not taking it. “Well?”
Fate raised an eyebrow, hand still extended. “Well, what?”
“You’re gonna kiss me as a frog, but not as a human?”
That grin broke out again, and he pulled Graves in for another kiss.
On the lips this time.