[ If his head was a little less fuzzy right now, he might have laughed at the irony of that statement. He’d been pretty sure he hadn’t wanted anything that had happened the first few times. Or… maybe that wasn’t entirely right. He shouldn’t have wanted it, didn’t want to want it, but some part of him definitely had. Desperately, in fact.
The part that was still very much happily in control right now, keeping him content and languid rather than pissed and freaking out.
Absently, he reaches out for a bite of fruit, chewing it as he thinks that over. But then he’s peeking up at Basch through dark lashes again, almost shyly. ]
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Date: 2025-01-12 08:09 pm (UTC)The part that was still very much happily in control right now, keeping him content and languid rather than pissed and freaking out.
Absently, he reaches out for a bite of fruit, chewing it as he thinks that over. But then he’s peeking up at Basch through dark lashes again, almost shyly. ]
Okay but… why me?