((yay!))

Though togged out in modern-day casualwear, Octavian still carried himself with the bearing of a togate patrician. At eighteen he was definitely too old to act the fluffy bunny child, and even when he was a child he had been remarkably reserved. All of which was to say he could not, strictly speaking, run up to Pullo for a gigantic hug.

But his face lit up, a genuine smile softening the regal Julius features, and that from Octavian was just about equivalent to a bear hug.

"Ave, Pullo!"