There was a new stained glass box waiting for him. This had a Celtic triskele design in gold and silver, between swirling flames and ocean waves on the lid.
Oh that was so kind of him, and one that matches Sören's ink.
Author's Response: Maglor's a sweetie. Sometimes, anyway. ;D
And then, as if things hadn't been awkward enough, a couple students passed by, glancing at them, and Sören heard one of them say to the other, "Oh yeah, they FUCKIN'."
LMAO. Not quite yet, but I'm sure they'll get there
Author's Response: Eventually. It'll be some time, during which they'll drive me and everyone reading to drink. :P
Sören took it out of the bag and put it in Dooku's mouth, feeding him like he was giving Dooku's cat or Mark's dog a treat. Dooku gave Sören's finger a nibble too, with a playful growl that made Sören giggle but also flooded his cheeks with warmth.
When Dooku finished his piece of licorice he said, "That was tasty. The licorice was good, too."
And of course Dooku is not in the slightest gay or even a little bit attracted to you, Sören.
Author's Response: Right? It doesn't occur to him that people who are, yanno, just platonic friends, don't typically get physical with each other like this.