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The Wanderer sighed as he opted the door to the hotel room, immediately taking off his outer layers of clothing and haphazardly tossing them off to the side. He practically threw himself onto the single bed, totally not squeaking in shock as he landed on top of you.
“Well, that’s a bit forward of you,” you said breathlessly, struggling to free your pinned hands. “Don’t you think you should take me out to dinner first?”
“Shut up,” the Wanderer grumbled as he rolled off of you, curling up facing away from you. He refused to give you the satisfaction of seeing him flustered. You figured it out anyway, poking his back and giggling. “Your ears are red~”
“Shut up!” the Wanderer said, louder this time. You pulled your hand away, and he found himself mourning the loss. Swallowing his pride, he turned around and immediately regretted it upon seeing your smug grin.
“You’re like an angry little kitten,” you teased and pulled him closer. He rested his head on your chest, listening for the familiar sound of your heartbeat. Upon finding it, he closed his eyes, letting the cadence calm him.
“Happy birthday,” you murmured to him, and he smiled.