Though -- he also doesn't have it in him to react in his usual bristly fashion; instead of slapping it away in indignity like he'd usually do, Fuuta instead just waves it off as he blearily rolls his way off the table, fixing his gaze anywhere but on Midnight. His hands hurriedly move to fix his clothes, at least pulling them back into place even if they're a little wrinkled, and he takes a few deep breaths to try and calm himself back down.
Thank god he can sit real close to the table, and if he slouches, it mostly hides the fact that he's still half-hard. It's what his mind's largely occupied by even as he gives the dice a hasty roll, squinting at them as they roll to a halt.
'KISS' 'NOSE.'
A roll that's greeted with a groan and a huffed exhale before he shoots Midnight as grudging sideways glance, growling: ]
Come here.
[ He doesn't want to stand up, so Midnight better be the one to come closer. ]
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Though -- he also doesn't have it in him to react in his usual bristly fashion; instead of slapping it away in indignity like he'd usually do, Fuuta instead just waves it off as he blearily rolls his way off the table, fixing his gaze anywhere but on Midnight. His hands hurriedly move to fix his clothes, at least pulling them back into place even if they're a little wrinkled, and he takes a few deep breaths to try and calm himself back down.
Thank god he can sit real close to the table, and if he slouches, it mostly hides the fact that he's still half-hard. It's what his mind's largely occupied by even as he gives the dice a hasty roll, squinting at them as they roll to a halt.
'KISS' 'NOSE.'
A roll that's greeted with a groan and a huffed exhale before he shoots Midnight as grudging sideways glance, growling: ]
Come here.
[ He doesn't want to stand up, so Midnight better be the one to come closer. ]