[ there's a brief thought of what does he want from me? before he sighs and relents. Barbatos doesn't have much time to prepare, because Morax is already shifting far too gracefully around in the folds of his robes, arranging himself from one stone statue to the next. ]
You should say what you want. I cannot properly weigh my response otherwise.
[ it's a low, silly gruff little complaint that feels like it may give him more control than he feels he has. Morax is surprisingly gentle upon his descent, resting the back of his hooded head in the scoop between Venti's thighs. if there's discomfort, it doesn't look like it bothers him, he's just
contemplative.
this is new, not unwelcome, but certainly something he never saw himself doing. ]
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You should say what you want. I cannot properly weigh my response otherwise.
[ it's a low, silly gruff little complaint that feels like it may give him more control than he feels he has. Morax is surprisingly gentle upon his descent, resting the back of his hooded head in the scoop between Venti's thighs. if there's discomfort, it doesn't look like it bothers him, he's just
contemplative.
this is new, not unwelcome, but certainly something he never saw himself doing. ]