[Potironette]

An uncontrollable impulse rose up from within him as he saw Rune slowly close his eyes. Swiftly, Luck pushed his chair aside as he stood, leaning towards Rune from across the table. His hand that had been pushing the hair aside slid down the side of Rune's cheek. Luck marveled at how the makeup stayed.

He shot his arms under Rune's and flipped him until he laid across the table, reminiscent of the days he bullied the boy. He leaned down and grinned haphazardly, "What are we indeed?" His eyes flickered to Rune's hip area. "I don't like it when someone else hurts you."