[If anyone tries to touch his boyfriend's junk again, especially since he never saw what happened at the party, Flambae would probably ensure that he was no longer the only member of the team with missing fingers. He inches closer with an harrowing sort of quickness, the way a predator would, like a cheetah or a panther. There's grace in a movement that seems too quick, abrupt even. Flambae is no speedster, but he's faster than the average human when it comes to his abilities by far.
He leans over Robert's shoulder with an intense furrowed brow, flaring his nostrils like he's thinking very aggressively hard about something, and-]
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He leans over Robert's shoulder with an intense furrowed brow, flaring his nostrils like he's thinking very aggressively hard about something, and-]