@pulchradelicata merely scoffing once again, feeling the pad of his thumb mixed in with the taste of blood along their lower lip, shuddering. it feels too good, allowing for their body to lean in close, wanting more.
@pulchradelicata β iβm always in your sight, armand. β clearing throat β gazing over at him for a moment ; shaking their head for a second. β seems like you have a blindspot. β
@pulchradelicata theyβre giving him a small smile ; face softened up as theyβre sitting up on an elbow β head tilted. β i missed you. β words comes out, filled with admiration.
(ARMAND) May I make an observation?
(LOUIS) I lost control of the interview.
(ARMAND) Yes.
(LOUIS) Heβs skilled.
(ARMAND) He wants you in pieces, for the privilege of putting them back together as he sees fit.