[ netzach pats his cheek. this is an acceptable platitude. midnight, however, is a disrespectful little shit, and kaveh's eyes narrow in the aftermath of it, much in the way of a shark on bait meant for something far smaller and usually with far less teeth.
anyway, because this is kaveh, he tilts his head. his lips skim the curve of midnight's palm. the gesture is deceptively mild. it simply puts his head at the right angle to bite. his teeth catch along midnight's fingers. the pinch of teeth is just enough to keep midnight's fingers uncomfortably there; the pinch of teeth is just light enough to avoid breaking skin.
for good measure, kaveh chews. he finishes one last set of calculations, and flits for another page. ]
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anyway, because this is kaveh, he tilts his head. his lips skim the curve of midnight's palm. the gesture is deceptively mild. it simply puts his head at the right angle to bite. his teeth catch along midnight's fingers. the pinch of teeth is just enough to keep midnight's fingers uncomfortably there; the pinch of teeth is just light enough to avoid breaking skin.
for good measure, kaveh chews. he finishes one last set of calculations, and flits for another page. ]