[ The moment Adam pulls away, Ronan shivers, feeling cold all over with his touch gone. He himself takes a step closer, his exoskeleton whirring and making him stop. He looks down, then blows out a breath and presses the discreet power off button - the exoskeleton's latches open, and Ronan steps out of his Chitauri-grade armor, leaving it standing there, just at the edges of Adam's domain.
He always stays. He's as addicted to Adam as he is to running around beating bad guys up. He is a drug, sweet and a little otherworldly, constantly keeping Ronan on his toes, his lips always tasting like strawberries. He comes closer, now silent and two inches shorter, and reaches out, tentatively, to wrap his fingers around Adam's wrist, holding on delicately and looking down where their skin touch. ]
Half-man, half-shark, with one hell of an uppercut. [ He looks up then, his smile sharp. ] Do I look that bad?
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He always stays. He's as addicted to Adam as he is to running around beating bad guys up.
He is a drug, sweet and a little otherworldly, constantly keeping Ronan on his toes, his lips always tasting like strawberries. He comes closer, now silent and two inches shorter, and reaches out, tentatively, to wrap his fingers around Adam's wrist, holding on delicately and looking down where their skin touch. ]
Half-man, half-shark, with one hell of an uppercut. [ He looks up then, his smile sharp. ] Do I look that bad?