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[ragnarsson]

"This is Ivar."

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[knucklesdirty]

"Alright. I wont push. Although I am curious," he answers. The blonde's tone is light, a little bit amused. But he meant it about not pushing. He liked Ivar enough to let him have his secrets. And it's clear that he doesn't begrudge him the fact that he doesn't trust him so much just yet.

He's trying to say something - to figure out the words, the right thing to say here. But then Ivar says that Dodger calls him Master and it knocks his train of thought entirely off-track. He blinks, shifts a little so that he can look at him, and he-- He doesn't quite know what he thought, now that Ivar brings it up. He can't imagine the Viking calling Dodger Master. So it makes sense, it's just--

He subbed so hard for Dodger it made things complicated.

Francis shivers a little, cause it shifts things a little, in a way the blonde wasn't sure he could have articulated. But it wasn't a bad thing, exactly. He purrs when Ivar kisses his temple, and he smiles at him, a little warmer. "I try my best. I didn't have a lot of kindness either. But I still wanted it. So I try to give what kindness I can to the ones I think are worth it." He reaches out, brushes fingertips against his jaw, a touch that makes that more than implication.