For a moment, Cisco only stares at him with wide, dark eyes. Sirius doesn't waver, however, merely bringing his teat to his lips for another taste, eyebrow arched over the rim.
When Cisco finally speaks again, his smile widens, gaze dropping to the stretch of Cisco's shoulders in his shirt, the fall of hair that isn't very disimilar to Sirius's own. "A little bent then," he says, smirking now as he taps his fingers against his mug. "Not certain what that would entail if I'm honest. Perhaps simply an addition to a regular drink. A promise."
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Date: 2016-06-10 09:00 pm (UTC)When Cisco finally speaks again, his smile widens, gaze dropping to the stretch of Cisco's shoulders in his shirt, the fall of hair that isn't very disimilar to Sirius's own. "A little bent then," he says, smirking now as he taps his fingers against his mug. "Not certain what that would entail if I'm honest. Perhaps simply an addition to a regular drink. A promise."