[Wh-- Don't hit him with the "no take-backs"?! He's pretty confident he could leave very easily if he really wanted, but for now, Gen doesn't have to worry about the escape.
D's head turns ever so slightly to the side, welcoming Gen's murmur in his ear. It is strange Gen does not smell like hard alcohol, like the usual stiff drink over heavy nicotine. Fruity? Sweet. He starts to try looking at Gen's face again, at the eyes, but Gen spins around and takes him by the hand.
It's not out of character for Gen to give him a hard time. It is a little weird for Gen to be so blatantly into him. Usually it's only the flutter of Gen's heart, the frustrated way Gen tries not to look at him.
He keeps up with Gen's fervent speed, his strides long. If nothing else had been telling, the shady hotel definitely is. D is emotionally constipated, but not fool enough to not understand Gen is taking him here for, if not sex, making out. Oral? A hand job. He doesn't know how gone Gen might be. Hilariously, D turns his head away from the receptionist, trying to keep himself from being fully seen. (As if that would hide him, tall, dark, and vampire.) DON'T PERCEIVE HIM.
The low light of the room pools into his eyes; they adjust quickly. He can see everything as if it were daytime. Terrible. He surveys the simplistic room. The purpose is absolutely obvious.]
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D's head turns ever so slightly to the side, welcoming Gen's murmur in his ear. It is strange Gen does not smell like hard alcohol, like the usual stiff drink over heavy nicotine. Fruity? Sweet. He starts to try looking at Gen's face again, at the eyes, but Gen spins around and takes him by the hand.
It's not out of character for Gen to give him a hard time. It is a little weird for Gen to be so blatantly into him. Usually it's only the flutter of Gen's heart, the frustrated way Gen tries not to look at him.
He keeps up with Gen's fervent speed, his strides long. If nothing else had been telling, the shady hotel definitely is. D is emotionally constipated, but not fool enough to not understand Gen is taking him here for, if not sex, making out. Oral? A hand job. He doesn't know how gone Gen might be. Hilariously, D turns his head away from the receptionist, trying to keep himself from being fully seen. (As if that would hide him, tall, dark, and vampire.) DON'T PERCEIVE HIM.
The low light of the room pools into his eyes; they adjust quickly. He can see everything as if it were daytime. Terrible. He surveys the simplistic room. The purpose is absolutely obvious.]
You said there are no take-backs. Don't forget.