[ Steak falls asleep when he's bored and waiting, you know that Red Wine. Also, he is, admittedly, more nervous than he thought he would be doing this. He grumbles as Red Wine messes up his hair, trying and failing to duck away from his hand as it's mussed back to its normal state. A pause stretches out between them and Steak clears his throat, a pink tinge to his cheeks. ]
I... I brought you these. [ He scrambles to hold out the roses and pull the wine — which Red Wine may recognise as one of the many types Steak had him tasting in the last few weeks — from the crook of his arm. ]
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I... I brought you these. [ He scrambles to hold out the roses and pull the wine — which Red Wine may recognise as one of the many types Steak had him tasting in the last few weeks — from the crook of his arm. ]