@diligenterumbra “because they 𝘢𝘳𝘦 long! … but yes, it was good too.”
leaning into their touch with as much effort as they can muster — which, at the moment, is not much.
“you don’t use it often, of course i forget about it.” gaze shifted over at them. “speaking of, how come you did now?”
still clothed after a long night at the restaurant, they’re falling into their bed — and next to @diligenterumbra, apparently.
the same person they do not remember letting in previously.
“i thought we spoke about the breaking in thing.” tired muttering.
@diligenterumbra “… oh. right. the key.”
which he was given even before they became a civilian.
taking their sunglasses off prior falling back against both the bed and the hitman. mushing their face into the latter’s shoulder.
“it was long.” muffled mutter.