⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#ANTAGNOSIST. independent, highly selective * roleplay account for a SEGMENT OC of 'genshin impact'. mdni, adult topics will be present. curates space freely. by * KNIVES, he/him, 25+.
to look at the basin, pinkish - red water within, that he had used to wash his hair in and huffs, deciding to empty it later———especially now that he has to play * host to dahri. he stops to lift his hair and wrings the waterout, then throws it over ...
the request makes delta pause. come in? here? what a bizarre request. delta shrugs a shoulder and simply says, " suit yourself, " in reply. it's as much of an invitation as he will give for the younger segment to come in.
he turns back around ...
A shrug. He lingers at the doorway, observing older segment.
Hands move, this time in official sign. He ensures that each move is slow, gaze on the puddles of water pooling by the other's feet.
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the way his mouth would betray him; oh, how glad he is to be wearing his mask; he knows that everything would've been given away had he not. )
no. my compromise is to have a garden together. i don't have time for it * alone, but were we to take ...
turns tending to it perhaps there could be merit to be had.
( when he's sure his features are schooled into a suitable emotion delta turns back to face burrattino. he crosses his arms over his chest, tilting head to side in thought. )
perhaps the bodies here ...
( 'i'm happy to help you, delta', burrattino says, and it makes delta's stomach do a funny thing———and then he strangles that feeling, burying it beneath six feet of repression. delta chooses to instead turn away from the younger man, hiding ...
( lace gloves push curly white hair from out of his eyes with a pout , looking the other up and down ; the attire reminds them of Coviello therefore there’s already favoritism brewing )
fungi are indeed wonderful things and very good tasting when turned in batter and fried —
where blood had stained the tresses the suds turn pink.
" towel too, " the segment demands, once more dipping hair into sink and turning on the faucet to wash away the soap. delta pauses, considers, then:
" ... you may help me dry it. "
no thanks is given to mihir for the act and delta releases the end of his hair so both of his hands are available, and a large amount of the soap is then squirted into his hand before he places the bottle to the side. immediately he works it into his hair, and ...