[Wriothesley rises to his feet. Really, why did either of these two sit down if they were just going to stand up anyways? Fools.
He firmly grabs Eiden's chin to lift it up. Even without his boots, he was a tall man. His poor living conditions didn't seem to prevent him from growing up properly it seems.]
Well, we do have a few rounds to go. I won't complain.
[He runs his thumb over Eiden's lips. His fingers are roughened and calloused from years of fighting and manual labor, but the touch itself is gentle and fleeting. He presses his thumb down and it almost seems like he's asking silently for permission for the other to open their mouth before suddenly letting go. What a tease.] Your turn.
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He firmly grabs Eiden's chin to lift it up. Even without his boots, he was a tall man. His poor living conditions didn't seem to prevent him from growing up properly it seems.]
Well, we do have a few rounds to go. I won't complain.
[He runs his thumb over Eiden's lips. His fingers are roughened and calloused from years of fighting and manual labor, but the touch itself is gentle and fleeting. He presses his thumb down and it almost seems like he's asking silently for permission for the other to open their mouth before suddenly letting go. What a tease.] Your turn.