[...he'd been hoping that Sampo would forget about their game, because then he could indulge in his curiosity without having to acknowledge a few things about himself, like how much trust he's putting into Sampo's hands and what that means, or the fact that the further away they get from the party the more he feels...
He feels lighter. The world feels lighter. They're together and the world feels just a bit lighter.]
Haven't you won already? [Gepard grumbles that out instead as they walk, hand in hand, to the secret balcony.] I suppose if I pin you down and search you I can get my medal back, assuming you have it with you, but that feels like cheating at this point.
[And in case Sampo doesn't get it, Gepard tries (and fails) to glare at him. It's more fond exasperation. He doesn't know. Don't tell him.] We're holding hands. It'll be difficult for you to get away from me now.
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He feels lighter. The world feels lighter. They're together and the world feels just a bit lighter.]
Haven't you won already? [Gepard grumbles that out instead as they walk, hand in hand, to the secret balcony.] I suppose if I pin you down and search you I can get my medal back, assuming you have it with you, but that feels like cheating at this point.
[And in case Sampo doesn't get it, Gepard tries (and fails) to glare at him. It's more fond exasperation. He doesn't know. Don't tell him.] We're holding hands. It'll be difficult for you to get away from me now.