[seems a little surprised when he's addressed, an expression which quickly settles into one of annoyed embarrassment, as though trying to save face.]
I never said I changed my mind.
[which was true, to an extent. the idea of doing it in public -- with men -- disregarding their entire situation -- it was still indecent. it was just an appealing indecent thing right now.
still, it was annoying that ling kept taunting him like that. he wasn't a child. just because he disagreed with something didn't mean he couldn't approach it in a mature manner; after all, wasn't that what he'd been doing? that should've been proof enough. tch!
with a swift motion, he tosses the bead in the air and catches it between two fingers, holding it up so that ling could see: red. he hadn't picked that color himself, of course, and it's not like he knew (or would ever want to know, normally) what role blood was supposed to play in pleasure, but ling had asked so ling would just have to deal. he stepped closer, trying to put the focus back on ling.]
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I never said I changed my mind.
[which was true, to an extent. the idea of doing it in public -- with men -- disregarding their entire situation -- it was still indecent. it was just an appealing indecent thing right now.
still, it was annoying that ling kept taunting him like that. he wasn't a child. just because he disagreed with something didn't mean he couldn't approach it in a mature manner; after all, wasn't that what he'd been doing? that should've been proof enough. tch!
with a swift motion, he tosses the bead in the air and catches it between two fingers, holding it up so that ling could see: red. he hadn't picked that color himself, of course, and it's not like he knew (or would ever want to know, normally) what role blood was supposed to play in pleasure, but ling had asked so ling would just have to deal. he stepped closer, trying to put the focus back on ling.]
You're really fine with something like this?