Didn't realize how touchy-feely you were 'till now.
[ there's nothing in his cadence to suggest that he minds; on the contrary, his skin is heating beneath his touch, a flicker of amusement burning in his eyes. one of his hands hovers daan's, gripping. ]
no subject
[ there's nothing in his cadence to suggest that he minds; on the contrary, his skin is heating beneath his touch, a flicker of amusement burning in his eyes. one of his hands hovers daan's, gripping. ]
I'll let you pick.