NOAH
I was currently witnessing a glitch in the simulation. That was the only logical explanation.
Cassian Wolfe, the man who radiated a 'touch me and you'll find your limbs in a dumpster' aura, the man who had quite possibly just murdered a hostage-taker for sport, the man who looked like he'd been carved out of obsidian and pure spite, was currently being used as a human jungle gym by a man with hair the color of a strawberry milkshake.
"CASSIE! YOU CRUEL, GORGEOUS BASTARD!"
The pink-haired whirlwind, whom I now knew as Cyan King, didn't just hug Cassian. He launched himself at him with the velocity of a heat-seeking missile. His legs wrapped around Cassian's waist, his arms locked around his neck in a death grip, and then, I swear my soul actually left my body for a second, he started pecking Cassian on the lips.
Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
