Or back in a room. That he's never been in. Engineer's gotten used to his Sanguis horns enough that he doesn't ram a door in a horny (hah) rage. He still has to force himself enough patience to carefully open and step through the door, much less not drop his pants the second he's inside.
Which is why, when his eyes flicker up to Spy, he slips his hands and his pockets and steps through the row of desks slowly, deliberately.
Casually approach fuckbuddy.]
Hey there.
[Standing in front of the desk now, the merc takes out hand to unzip his coat, showing off an extra-hairy chest under a half-unbuttoned shirt, and a really obvious bulge in his pants.
He's trying his best not to immediately jump your bones, here, Spy.]
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Or back in a room. That he's never been in. Engineer's gotten used to his Sanguis horns enough that he doesn't ram a door in a horny (hah) rage. He still has to force himself enough patience to carefully open and step through the door, much less not drop his pants the second he's inside.
Which is why, when his eyes flicker up to Spy, he slips his hands and his pockets and steps through the row of desks slowly, deliberately.
Casually approach fuckbuddy.]
Hey there.
[Standing in front of the desk now, the merc takes out hand to unzip his coat, showing off an extra-hairy chest under a half-unbuttoned shirt, and a really obvious bulge in his pants.
He's trying his best not to immediately jump your bones, here, Spy.]