[ dark eyes, aventurine thinks. they remind him a little of the imaginary tree, the construct of creation that's said to power the ever-hungry expansion of their endless universe. or something like that. aventurine, whose eyes are the colour of an unfettered drug hallucination and which also exude no light, considers the eager tilt of the young man's head.

in turn, the solid elevator slide of aventurine's gaze from the young man's toes to his head. 4 - 1 - 2, the numbers call, and aventurine smiles. the smile hardly ever reaches his eyes, but that's far from the point, which apparently is this: ]

Oh, the easy sort of deal. [ aventurine says, easy as anything, ] I rolled a set of words earlier, and I was simply thinking I'll help you with yours, and you help me with mine.

[ in vivid demonstration, aventurine lifts his hand and forms an 'o' around his lips. he grins. ] I'm also headed to the bathroom, and mine asks me to get down on my knees.

[ suck cock in the bathroom, apparently, is the name of the game. ]