[This guy is definitely not Varrick's type. Varrick's type is usually a gorgeous lady. A few years younger than him, but not too much. Not clingy. He hates it when they get clingy. He figures he could probably have any lady he wants, but he likes to play it modest when it comes to these things and stick to a certain category to give other guys a fair chance too.
Still, as he's kissing this guy, all notions of his usual type go out the window and he idly wonders why he never wandered outside his comfort zone before. This isn't too bad. Not bad at all. His left hand finds its way to Kratos' upper arm; so much for being on his way again.]
[30th]
Still, as he's kissing this guy, all notions of his usual type go out the window and he idly wonders why he never wandered outside his comfort zone before. This isn't too bad. Not bad at all. His left hand finds its way to Kratos' upper arm; so much for being on his way again.]