( they look like a drowned rat———or, well, eros thinks, a frog. it's oddly adorable, if one were to ever describe a grown person as so. )
it's pretty apt i'd say. are you happy now?
( pause, then placing empty cup on nearby table. )
ah, ...
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( messy hair flops over flat over their eyes, head now wet. some of it having dripped onto their clothes, they look strangely peaceful despite the fact. )
moisturized is one way to put it... also I don't know how to feel about being called froggy... 💭 * .
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wonderful.
( and without further words eros pours the water slowly over pocket's head. tail twitches in barely veiled amusement, and he has to bite his lip to keep a loud laugh at bay. )
you look positively unbothered, moisturized and in your lane, froggy.
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( when he leaves, pocket has the time to reconsider... possibly realize that this was a ridiculous scenario they had gotten into, and that they still had time to back out.
unfortunately, they were sure. )
positive.
( the heir even looked eager... ? ✨️ )
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( infant babe lies in other room, fast asleep and dreaming of dancing sheep———or so eros likes to think, humming as he picks one of her hands up and presses lips 'gainst fingertips. )
for me, then. i won't ask for much else.
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( 𝓼o she rolls oculars —-
selenite and distant . goodness
fucking gracious , she relieves
that her infant is napping . damn
near grateful ) i’ve always liked
you baby , 𝗋͟𝖾͟𝗅͟𝖺͟𝗑
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( giggle, then: )
alright, if you say so.
( aaaaaand there he goes, walking away to grab a cup. luckily he doesn't have to go far, and upon returning to pocket there's a full cup in eros' hand. )
you sure about this, froggy?
just a little ' yes ', hm? can i not squeeze that much out of you?
( fingers cradle her chin and tilts face upwards; lips twitch into smile, canines on display, and eyes hood. )
just say yes.