[ still wearing the costume into which he'd been wrangled at the beginning of this long-ass day of filming—something not unlike a biker look, with a leather jacket and tight pants and boots thicker than the ones he usually wears—tseng leans against a wall somewhere behind rude and watches with interest as he spins the wheel. despite the fact that he'd be content to try out pretty much any kink at least once, tseng himself hasn't touched it, just watched others to try and get a sense of what the options are.
the wheel clatters and stills, landing rather obviously on rimming and tseng makes a noise of vague surprise and lifts his eyebrows at rude. ]
Have you done that before? [ he asks, curious. maybe the costume is aiding him a little in letting go of a tiny bit of his usually tightly-held professionalism. ] Giving or receiving.
spin the wheel
the wheel clatters and stills, landing rather obviously on rimming and tseng makes a noise of vague surprise and lifts his eyebrows at rude. ]
Have you done that before? [ he asks, curious. maybe the costume is aiding him a little in letting go of a tiny bit of his usually tightly-held professionalism. ] Giving or receiving.