#dimitease

[aerentus]

dimitease said:

His jaw begins to slacken ever so slightly, but he keeps himself in check, quickly closing his mouth and nibbling on his own bottom lip. “Yeah, um, have you done this before—?” He smiles with slight amusement, tilting his head and leaning back.

"It does not exactly fall under my profession, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have never... entertained someone in this fashion prior."  He chuckled, lowering himself to press down with a bit more force, a hand sliding along shoulder to grip lightly at his upper arm. "Why do you ask?"

[aerentus]

spin;

7th Person gets: A lap dance

Raising his eyes, a grin pulling at his lips, he chuckled, having recognized the mien of the male requesting such brazen a request. It was the bookkeeper that he had encountered, the one who found so much pleasure in shelving. “Fancy meeting you again.” He chuckled, gesturing to a chair pushed up against the wall. “Please, take a seat.” Lighting upon his lap weightlessly, he slung his forearms over the male’s shoulders, hips starting to lightly grind down, fingers playing familiarly among chestnut locks. “What strange circumstances we find ourselves in, do you not agree?”

[aerentus]

Having wandered into a library furnished quite cozily like a home, he curiously browsed the shelves, the colors of the muted chatter by the couplings and triplings of people dispersed throughout the establishment tickling him.  Being in public spaces could sometimes overwhelm his blended senses if there was too much stimulus, but this was nice; the idle hum only served as pleasant background noise; the soft syllables waxing mute colors in his vision.

He supposed he should sit. Humans were fond of sitting when possible. He wasn't sure if it was because they were easily exhausted, or if it was simply out of social custom that they found it uncomfortable to be standing for anything but brief periods of time.  Looking about, he had smiled, finding an empty window seat, tucking himself neatly against the frame, pulling his legs up, resting the book that he had selected at random in his lap.  He wasn't very fond of reading if it wasn't completely silent. The words would slip off the page, and it was an ordeal catching all of them to make sense of it if there were any disturbances.  Instead, he focused his attentions on a male that hadn't been sitting, instead organizing the shelves.  Perhaps he worked there?  Ren wasn't sure.  But you could never really be sure about anything when it came to mortals.

[thedefenderoftheweak]

Closed || dimitease

It was later in the evening and Alden had finally managed to get away from the desk filled up with documents. Although he did had to go back, but he needed some air before he went crazy. Of cause they had to give him such a crazy deadline. He went into a nearby supermarket to find something to eat. He was tall enough to look over most of the shelves, but forgot to look where he was going before he bumped into someone. "Oh god... I'm so sorry. I where not looking where I was going... are you okay?" he apologized to the stranger.

[thedefenderoftheweak]

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I'll make you one when I get back again :)