*Fuchsia's natural inclination was to lean in--to close his eyes and brush his lips against Seok's with a soft hum of acknowledgement. It was almost a kiss.
*Hearing another particular shout, he sat upright and glared at the door. He watched it warily, before coming to a stand
Older Fuchsia: I think my past self needs your help. You should come with.
*He didn't wait for Seok to answer; he just left.
*The only reason Fuchsia didn't tackle Nick to the floor is because the older Trenton stopped him by physically wrapping an arm around his waist. Even that didn't keep Fuchsia from snarling at him though.
Fuchsia: Would you lay off her? She's a f*cking kid who was literally raised to kill people. That's not who she is as a person. So what's your excuse for being a f*cking assh*le?
*Fuchsia's older self stepped out of the bedroom, carefully taking in what was happening. His reaction was relatively controlled for the most part, until his pale eyes widened at the sight of an older Pierce.
*But he didn't have time to unpack all of that. Not with what he had heard Nick shouting. An older Pierce would be fine; she could handle herself. A younger one wouldn't fair so well. Without saying anything to anyone--his version of Pierce included--he walked into the kitchen.
*Adam and Suri leaned to watch him curiously as he made his way to the younger Pierce and crouched in front of her. They weren't used to a Fuchsia who was so... focused.
Older Fuchsia: *Softly Hey you~ I'm sorry about earlier. I just... I wasn't sure where we were in our relationship. I didn't want to be all weird and smothering, you know? *Noticing her bowl of ice cream, he smiled Why don't you come eat that in the room with me and Seok? It's a lot quieter in there.