Rekker growled at Bjorn for that lip bite but he's not ready to let go of the singer. His other arm is still tightly, possessively, wrapped around Bjorn's waist while he glares at the people. There's fire in his green eyes.
"What did they do?" He asks, anger still in his voice, and perhaps best not to tell him details until he calms down more.
Devon got some ice from the bartender for Ulrik's cheek. "You all alright."
He's checking on Missy and Dee first but he's worried about all of them... except for Bjorn. If anyone bothered the singer now Devon was going to pretend he didn't notice. He didn't need thrown on his ass again.
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on 2021-10-27 08:49 pm (UTC)"What did they do?" He asks, anger still in his voice, and perhaps best not to tell him details until he calms down more.
Devon got some ice from the bartender for Ulrik's cheek. "You all alright."
He's checking on Missy and Dee first but he's worried about all of them... except for Bjorn. If anyone bothered the singer now Devon was going to pretend he didn't notice. He didn't need thrown on his ass again.