*Oh. …well, that was better than nothing. At least he had been seen on this side of the river.*
Mmn. *That was as good a non-commital grunt as any, his long arms hanging over the side of the couch to kiss the top of his head through his hair, his fingers rubbing small circles into his shoulders* Busy little man, isn’t he. …I will see to that tomorrow then.
Mhm, it’s almost impossible to tell what he’s been up to.
*There was a little content sigh as he felt his fingers rub into him, a smile lighting his face as he felt the light smush of a kiss on his noggin. Yes, good, excellent.*
I suppose Luciano’s convinced him to come back to work. I’m not surprised. After all the fall outs he’s had over the last year, there was nothing really holding him here.
I suppose that works more in my favor, to some extent…
With Mundi’s eyes on the fire, he couldn’t see the little flicker of annoyance bounce around in Vanya’s wrinkled eyes. All the better then. He could relish the softness of Mundi’s hair on his skin and the coconutty scent of his hair while he was stuck there.
“Hhm…Do you think he will be willing to let me see him then, if he is in the italian’s sway?”
His eyes closed, relishing in the little touches here and there. He missed this dearly, but he was so glad to be back.
“I don’t see why not, he’s always been in Luciano’s hands in one way or another. Not even he can change Siegfried’s opinion about you, which is a positive one I’d think.”
“…Consider me surprised.”
Surprised, and a little bit flattered to be entirely honest. Well, wasn’t that conveniant. He’d have to rely on Seigfried’s attachment to make it out of this whole thing alive, and hearing even Luciano couldn’t sway him fully was something of a relief. It was enough to coax him down over the couch, pressing his lips to Seigmund’s temple through his hair.
“I would think Seigfried was entirely in man’s pocket.”
