[Tight enough. The drug does make it difficult to know.
He relaxes the arm used to prop himself up, which means he further slumps forward as she buries her face against him. His own chin finds her shoulder, resting there.
There. Holding. She's so warm.
It's a bit... nice.]
Will you... tell me more about yourself, while we're like this?
[ it is... nice. almost as if they weren't high and halfway lust-ridden. she's acutely aware of the point of his chin on her shoulder, little tingles through her upper body, and shivers out a breath into the cut of his half-open collar. ]
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Mmhhhh.
[ a low and sighing sound as she buries her face against him. ]
no subject
He relaxes the arm used to prop himself up, which means he further slumps forward as she buries her face against him. His own chin finds her shoulder, resting there.
There. Holding. She's so warm.
It's a bit... nice.]
Will you... tell me more about yourself, while we're like this?
no subject
I am scholar. Was scholar. Now... I do not know.