[ He appreciates the attempt to give him space, even if, should he drift too far, the lead pulls him back and -- embarrassingly -- sends his loins alight again. The shame of being seen like this, too, is somehow keeping him hard rather than helping.
At least there is no one from Dalmasca here to recognize him. A small grace.
They slowly make their way to a pair of clerks, whose gazes are pitying and amused respectively.
Ah, typically...you need to satisfy the use of the item for them to release, or wait until morning. So sorry, sirs. And laughter, from the amused one. ]
Attending would seem most prudent, then, [ Basch says, eyes at his feet and face as red as Sylvain's hair. The other option would be...taking care of this immediately, but he is not capable of pointing that out. ]
ack i lost the notif on this one, so sorry!
At least there is no one from Dalmasca here to recognize him. A small grace.
They slowly make their way to a pair of clerks, whose gazes are pitying and amused respectively.
Ah, typically...you need to satisfy the use of the item for them to release, or wait until morning. So sorry, sirs. And laughter, from the amused one. ]
Attending would seem most prudent, then, [ Basch says, eyes at his feet and face as red as Sylvain's hair. The other option would be...taking care of this immediately, but he is not capable of pointing that out. ]