[ he wraps his lips around the chocolate and of course sucks on Muffin's fingers while he's at it because we all knew that was going to happen, right ]
[hehehe hugs quetzal's arm and leaaaans on him— with a glance to the missing leg to make sure he won't topple them both over. he said beau~ he said boyfriend~~~]
[laughs and grabs for his hand, leaning up to bump their faces together, rubbing his cheek against quetzal's like he's in his other form, purring loudly. it's cuddly and he feels a little silly actually doing it, but he gives quetzal's freckles a small chomp.]
[ just gonna, kind of clumsily because it's dark and he's starting to feel the tipsy meter increasing, open a few shirt buttons. there's plenty on and under his collarbone. ]
[ he makes sure he's not got any picnic blanket up under him, gets comfortable laying back on the sand, peels up the hem of his shirt... and fixes Muffin with his best smoulder. ]
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It's too bad about Cinnamon, he had a nice voice. You lot should have used him as a crier or storyteller for your parties.
[ sip. Mulls over the strength of the drink... ]
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...I want to be drunk faster, but I don't want to just guzzle my drink. Feed me a bonbon~~?
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[but absolutely he's going to cuddle and purr, picking up the box of chocolates and raising one to Quetzal's lips]
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but he still goes so red about it]
Good?
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--Those ARE spiked.
...Good.
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Now we get drunk?
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To celebrate having our boyfriend back again~
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[ waves a hand in front of his own freckled face. ]
I was informed there'd be celebration bites.
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[laughs and grabs for his hand, leaning up to bump their faces together, rubbing his cheek against quetzal's like he's in his other form, purring loudly. it's cuddly and he feels a little silly actually doing it, but he gives quetzal's freckles a small chomp.]
Not very squishy cheeks for biting.
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You knew that when you picked out the spot! Own the choices, pretty birdie~.
[ it's the playing of it that he likes. the actual chomp is, in fact, just the undignified sensation of being gently gnawed in the face. ]
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[noses around his ears and neck, and peppers kisses across his face, searching for more freckles]
Only cheeks? Kept your shoulders covered? Tan lines are cute too.
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I-- had a coat, but-- one second--
[ just gonna, kind of clumsily because it's dark and he's starting to feel the tipsy meter increasing, open a few shirt buttons. there's plenty on and under his collarbone. ]
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[KISSES AND NIBBLES FOR COLLARBONES]
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[ it was hard to tell he was wearing a snazzy pirate coat earlier on account of also wearing a bunch of blood. Muffin understands.
he tugs off his fingerless gloves.
the last freckle zone he offers up Muffin is his wrists; they're on the backs of his hands
too. ]
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kisses the backs of his hands and his fingertips too, still purring and tipsy enough to ask,]
Can I bite you um, like… hard? Have to mark someone for Red, have to make a heart~
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Yes. [ ... ] Put it somewhere I can keep it and look at it a while.
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Arm? Leg? Can’t see shoulder well…
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...above my hip?
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Hip sounds good.
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Alright... I'm ready for you~.
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