[ ack pardon my random text breaks i'm on my phone struggling but pls know i love juicy tag time with you... aaaaa
anyways. pinocchio takes him by the elbow and he gravitates, feet stumbling, but catching himself before he can embarrass himself altogether. nose to nose like this, it's apparent his eyes are blown dark with a thin ring of light brown. his hands flutter a little, uncertain before he just places them carefully, if pinocchio lets him, on either side of his jaw, holding his face like he's making mental notes and committing something to memory later.
he doesn't want to be trouble and he doesn't want to be in trouble. but his focus is shot and he's being offered the only cure in this stupid place that's on tap. he loves sex, loves it, but the way he can't control itâeat to live but careful because who knows what's in your next mealâhe's inwardly torn up about it.
he likes pinocchioâhad liked him when they'd first met. he feels a little different now, something in his eyes? his words? his posture maybe... he's been here a while after all and he can only hope that maybe it's treated him better or that he's found a way to thrive more than be pushed around like another game piece. if anyone can do so, eiden knows a few who canâpinocchio included. ]
SorryâI just... My head, I can't... my...
[ he's offered help and eiden looks like he wants to accept it. but he doesn't want to put a burden like that on the other. But instead: ]
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anyways. pinocchio takes him by the elbow and he gravitates, feet stumbling, but catching himself before he can embarrass himself altogether. nose to nose like this, it's apparent his eyes are blown dark with a thin ring of light brown. his hands flutter a little, uncertain before he just places them carefully, if pinocchio lets him, on either side of his jaw, holding his face like he's making mental notes and committing something to memory later.
he doesn't want to be trouble and he doesn't want to be in trouble. but his focus is shot and he's being offered the only cure in this stupid place that's on tap. he loves sex, loves it, but the way he can't control itâeat to live but careful because who knows what's in your next mealâhe's inwardly torn up about it.
he likes pinocchioâhad liked him when they'd first met. he feels a little different now, something in his eyes? his words? his posture maybe... he's been here a while after all and he can only hope that maybe it's treated him better or that he's found a way to thrive more than be pushed around like another game piece. if anyone can do so, eiden knows a few who canâpinocchio included. ]
SorryâI just... My head, I can't... my...
[ he's offered help and eiden looks like he wants to accept it. but he doesn't want to put a burden like that on the other. But instead: ]
Please.