[ not that he would if it were actually sylvain's bed, but the redhead can probably glean that much from this short conversation alone.
he rearranges what sheets he's managed to keep to himself neatly over his lap... not out of any real sense of propriety, but mostly because he rather likes to keep the heat trapped where it is. nice and cozy. ]
How do you figure this happened, then? Did we fuck? [ he squints briefly, attempting to recall the events of the night before. ] No, that doesn't seem right... You've kidnapped me, then.
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[ not that he would if it were actually sylvain's bed, but the redhead can probably glean that much from this short conversation alone.
he rearranges what sheets he's managed to keep to himself neatly over his lap... not out of any real sense of propriety, but mostly because he rather likes to keep the heat trapped where it is. nice and cozy. ]
How do you figure this happened, then? Did we fuck? [ he squints briefly, attempting to recall the events of the night before. ] No, that doesn't seem right... You've kidnapped me, then.