[ Stamping away across sand seems fairly impossible, but Tyler gives it his all as he storms away. The man left behind has really gotten under his skin, and he has to check himself after a few abrupt conversations that don't make him any friends.
Just because there's one jerk here doesn't mean all of these people are.
Not that his search for answers is as fruitful as he wants it to be, even if he learns where he is. There's a fair amount of existential crisis that rolls around his brain but by the time he's acknowledged how hungry he feels, the closest available option is some kind of skewer. He eats it without thinking much of the flavor, and tries not to feel bad about the fact he has no idea where the meat actually came from.
The concerns seem to melt away the hotter he feels, skin tingling in a way that makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. In fact, he feels so weird that he charts a course back to the one place he actually had shelter, even if he runs the risk of bumping into the hair guy again.
By the time he walks through the door, he's having a hard time not stopping every few steps to squeeze his thighs together. Part of him recognizes how messed up it is that he seems even less a master of self control than usual, but being horny as fuck isn't all that out of the ordinary for him.
So he does miss the big man as he snoozes, at least for the few moments he shrugs off the robes he's still wearing, hands rubbing over his chest and tweaking at a nipple. The quick breath of air in betrays how good it feels almost immediately. ]
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Just because there's one jerk here doesn't mean all of these people are.
Not that his search for answers is as fruitful as he wants it to be, even if he learns where he is. There's a fair amount of existential crisis that rolls around his brain but by the time he's acknowledged how hungry he feels, the closest available option is some kind of skewer. He eats it without thinking much of the flavor, and tries not to feel bad about the fact he has no idea where the meat actually came from.
The concerns seem to melt away the hotter he feels, skin tingling in a way that makes it hard to concentrate on anything else. In fact, he feels so weird that he charts a course back to the one place he actually had shelter, even if he runs the risk of bumping into the hair guy again.
By the time he walks through the door, he's having a hard time not stopping every few steps to squeeze his thighs together. Part of him recognizes how messed up it is that he seems even less a master of self control than usual, but being horny as fuck isn't all that out of the ordinary for him.
So he does miss the big man as he snoozes, at least for the few moments he shrugs off the robes he's still wearing, hands rubbing over his chest and tweaking at a nipple. The quick breath of air in betrays how good it feels almost immediately. ]