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[center][h2][color=97b597]Xavier[/color] [color=gray]&[/color] [color=c4df9b]Aethel[/color] [color=gray]Beowulf[/color][/h2]
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Xavier smiles when Killian finally embraces him, his own arms securely wrapping around the bear. He’d already taken off the scent patch. When Killian seems to relax a little, he begins rubbing his hands up and down his back before starting to scent him. He hums some tune he can’t place as he slowly lets the molasses scent seep into Killian’s clothes. 

[color=97B597]“Are you sure you don’t want to just find somewhere quiet to lay low at until the gala is over?”[/color] He asks softly before resting his chin on Killian’s head gently. [color=97B597]“I could even…”[/color] He pauses, unsure if he should say it before he continues anyway. [color=97B597]“I can help you with your heat… if you’d like.”[/color]