( lewd, mr. sunday, lewd. but if it's of any comfort, at least aventurine isn't ogling. he does, though, keep note of the clubs marking such unblemished skin.

because of course the suit related to the mind would choose sunday. why wouldn't it, when he's so— )

No choice? How repugnant. Who would ever have heard of such a thing? ( haha.

if nothing else, at least having sunday under his watchful gaze is a nice change of pace. penacony had been his den, his lair, his own little cage that aventurine found himself in - though maybe not so willingly (it should have been opal, after all), it's still a cage nonetheless, with bars that sunday could watch him through, and every and each one of his movements were judged and remembered.

but not anymore. here, dare he say, aventurine is the one outside of the cage, looking in.

from another cage, yes - but that's beside the point. )

Hm? I bought them, of course. Are you not familiar with it? ( buying your own clothes, and not having others buy it for him. but it's all a friendly jab, really, and he sits up on the bed, and hops out of it, landing nicely on his feet. he has made far higher jumps before. ) Oh, but if you're asking me to buy you something, then that can be arranged. A welcome gift, from yours truly. What do you say?