I learned it ain't so bad if you know where to look. As for whether or not what you find is laced or not...I get the feeling the higher your rank, the better your luck. So far I haven't...
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...haven't...
[ Ah, his voice trails away as his eyes are drawn towards Olivine once more, locking his mismatched gaze with his pair of greens as a familiar rolling heat swells from his own core. It's enough to spark his eyes to widen as he realizes just what this sensation is. Some people may have called him an idiot, but he's not that big of an idiot. He knows damn well what this flipping sensation in his stomach was. And he only has to flick his attention to the half-eaten skewer in his hand to realize the culprit.
Earlier he'd had a taste of that rabbit meat on sale...and frankly, knew full well the consequences there. And while he's not feeling himself being enveloped by an all-consuming desire to breed (god help??), he's still stirring with arousal with every passing second. ]
Olivine... [ It's not that there's regret in his voice, as the drink from earlier that spurred him to embrace this companionship only compliments the laced food they've eaten. But...he really did enjoy the time that he was spending with the man. It was relaxing. He's easy to confide in...but he's not regretting this either as he heaves a hotter sigh, on the brink of just shoving himself to his feet and taking the priest by the hand for the both of them. But he refrains. Just a little longer. Long enough that his free hand was bunching the fabric of his shorts up out of reflex. ] You know damn well what this feeling is.
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...haven't...
[ Ah, his voice trails away as his eyes are drawn towards Olivine once more, locking his mismatched gaze with his pair of greens as a familiar rolling heat swells from his own core. It's enough to spark his eyes to widen as he realizes just what this sensation is. Some people may have called him an idiot, but he's not that big of an idiot. He knows damn well what this flipping sensation in his stomach was. And he only has to flick his attention to the half-eaten skewer in his hand to realize the culprit.
Earlier he'd had a taste of that rabbit meat on sale...and frankly, knew full well the consequences there. And while he's not feeling himself being enveloped by an all-consuming desire to breed (god help??), he's still stirring with arousal with every passing second. ]
Olivine... [ It's not that there's regret in his voice, as the drink from earlier that spurred him to embrace this companionship only compliments the laced food they've eaten. But...he really did enjoy the time that he was spending with the man. It was relaxing. He's easy to confide in...but he's not regretting this either as he heaves a hotter sigh, on the brink of just shoving himself to his feet and taking the priest by the hand for the both of them. But he refrains. Just a little longer. Long enough that his free hand was bunching the fabric of his shorts up out of reflex. ] You know damn well what this feeling is.