Dior smiled. He was so in love with Eros. His scooter bumped and jumped and spun and whacked him in the Achilles as he walked it alongside his boyfriend. "Holy shit." He swore, and jumped onto his scooter, shaking out his foot. "I've taken damage." He told Eros. "This mission is going to be more difficult than I thought." He looked distastefully at his leg. "I will buy a bandaid at the store. My leg is painful." He hoped Eros would take a goddamn hint and kiss his leg better goddamit.