Me either. I've a talent for fantasies, though. I'll think of something.
[ ... Ah. Midnight looks down at Netzach... Then at Kaveh. He immediately knows what Kaveh wants as well.
He looks down at Netzach, runs his hand up to his shoulder, then to his jaw, watching his breath come deep, slow. He knows that as well.
Wordlessly, he readjusts, opening himself to Netzach. He pulls up his sleeve, he tilts his neck to him. Either works. Whatever makes him happy. Anything that makes him happy. Anything at all. ]
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[ ... Ah. Midnight looks down at Netzach... Then at Kaveh. He immediately knows what Kaveh wants as well.
He looks down at Netzach, runs his hand up to his shoulder, then to his jaw, watching his breath come deep, slow. He knows that as well.
Wordlessly, he readjusts, opening himself to Netzach. He pulls up his sleeve, he tilts his neck to him. Either works. Whatever makes him happy. Anything that makes him happy. Anything at all. ]