[There's a powdery shimmer on Felix's hair, skin, and clothes, more obvious to see up close. Iridescent butterfly scale dust, clinging to him like an aura.]
If you want me to judge you, I'll do that when I'm done with you.
[He has some easily-said and colorful descriptions for most people he knows, but he's still figuring Olivine out. But the suggestion to make him move has him raising a brow. Even a playful implication of struggle has him thinking about fighting. His breath catches a little at the responding touch on his lips.]
You can try to make me move if you want to. I don't go down easily.
[For now, he presses his tongue to the pad of Olivine's thumb, then slowly pulls it into his mouth while continuing to lick down to the join between it and his forefinger. His hand squeezes at Olivine's wrist while he holds his hand steady. So far, this is coming surprisingly easy.]
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If you want me to judge you, I'll do that when I'm done with you.
[He has some easily-said and colorful descriptions for most people he knows, but he's still figuring Olivine out. But the suggestion to make him move has him raising a brow. Even a playful implication of struggle has him thinking about fighting. His breath catches a little at the responding touch on his lips.]
You can try to make me move if you want to. I don't go down easily.
[For now, he presses his tongue to the pad of Olivine's thumb, then slowly pulls it into his mouth while continuing to lick down to the join between it and his forefinger. His hand squeezes at Olivine's wrist while he holds his hand steady. So far, this is coming surprisingly easy.]