[ It's intoxicating, and he doesn't mean the rich, perfectly-sweet liquor this time.
Once Reno "traps" him with his legs it's pretty much over for Roche. Between his energy and that of everyone else, Roche feels his heart roar to life and fill his chest with a fire strong enough to make his breath catch in his throat. That's the rush he craves every single day he goes out on the road. It may not be a breakneck, high-speed chase over Midgar's sprawling and crowded highways, but by god if it doesn't make his fingers tingle like he'd just been shocked with his own thunder spells in the best possible way. Every swipe of Reno's tongue earns one back in kind, fully intent on giving as good as he gets. He can be selfish but not like this, you know? They've got a show to put on, and... Maybe he wants to leave a lasting impression.
Which is exactly why when the coast seems clear, Roche delivers a quick blink-and-you'll-miss-it snap with his canines right to the center of Reno's lip when he pulls back. Just like he said he isn't going to apologize, nor did he ever promise to not bite.
He quickly decides he wants to do it again too but he can see someone from the corner of his eye glancing their way, making a vague motion for the dice. My turn? Yeah, yeah- it'll keep the lot busy for a few minutes until it comes back around anyway, so Roche awkwardly reaches above Reno's head to nudge the closest die over their way. Another person knocks the second, leaving Roche free to turn his attention back to Reno just in time for him to speak and...
Gods. He could bite him again for that, you know? His lips curl into a wicked little grin but he doesn't bite. Roche huffs a quiet laugh right along with him and drums a rhythm to match the distant din of some song he can just barely hear over Reno's heart instead. ]
Maybe it's because I haven't had the fun drilled out of me like all the others.
[ He curls his fingers into his shirt, eyes searching. The longer he stares the more he really thinks he's seen this guy before, but... He still has nothin'. Nada. Zip. ]
Have we met? Before now, obviously, because I... feel like I'd remember seeing a lovely face like yours.
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Once Reno "traps" him with his legs it's pretty much over for Roche. Between his energy and that of everyone else, Roche feels his heart roar to life and fill his chest with a fire strong enough to make his breath catch in his throat. That's the rush he craves every single day he goes out on the road. It may not be a breakneck, high-speed chase over Midgar's sprawling and crowded highways, but by god if it doesn't make his fingers tingle like he'd just been shocked with his own thunder spells in the best possible way. Every swipe of Reno's tongue earns one back in kind, fully intent on giving as good as he gets. He can be selfish but not like this, you know? They've got a show to put on, and... Maybe he wants to leave a lasting impression.
Which is exactly why when the coast seems clear, Roche delivers a quick blink-and-you'll-miss-it snap with his canines right to the center of Reno's lip when he pulls back. Just like he said he isn't going to apologize, nor did he ever promise to not bite.
He quickly decides he wants to do it again too but he can see someone from the corner of his eye glancing their way, making a vague motion for the dice. My turn? Yeah, yeah- it'll keep the lot busy for a few minutes until it comes back around anyway, so Roche awkwardly reaches above Reno's head to nudge the closest die over their way. Another person knocks the second, leaving Roche free to turn his attention back to Reno just in time for him to speak and...
Gods. He could bite him again for that, you know? His lips curl into a wicked little grin but he doesn't bite. Roche huffs a quiet laugh right along with him and drums a rhythm to match the distant din of some song he can just barely hear over Reno's heart instead. ]
Maybe it's because I haven't had the fun drilled out of me like all the others.
[ He curls his fingers into his shirt, eyes searching. The longer he stares the more he really thinks he's seen this guy before, but... He still has nothin'. Nada. Zip. ]
Have we met? Before now, obviously, because I... feel like I'd remember seeing a lovely face like yours.