[If he knew how Malleus was thinking, Silver would remind him that he's not Sebek - but then, who knows if the prospect of taking care of it would turn him away from doing so? In any case, that thought is far from his mind as they move. Every step he takes feels clumsy and drunken and almost all of that is because his mind provides that where he wants to be is so much closer to Malleus.
As a result, he's both relieved and frustrated by their costumes. The cheap fabric feels atrocious on sensitive skin but it provides a distance that almost helps keep his thoughts in order. That drowsy feeling returns and for a moment, Silver lets his head turn, inhaling the warm, comforting scent of his housemate. If he closed his eyes, could he drift into daydream? Likely, he thinks, and for once the thought is comforting.
The slight sag of his weight is surreptitious but undoubtedly plain to the much taller man, even if he keeps up with the pace just fine. He doesn't even notice the host when they approach, really, mumbling incoherently if he spoken to through the bulk of the walk. And when soft breath ruffles his hair, speaks in that low, soft murmur... he's barely conscious enough to do more than shiver.]
Mmn... if you keep saying it like that, I'm going to make a mess in your costume... [Ah. His speech slurs, earnest and gentle, long lashes still covering his gaze.] I can hold out for now... I want to beg for more, but if this is what you like, Malleus...
[He inhales a deeper breath, and this time his face does wholesale nuzzle in closer to the other's neck. Too tired and drugged to realise exactly what he's saying, he doesn't even seem the least bit embarrassed.]
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As a result, he's both relieved and frustrated by their costumes. The cheap fabric feels atrocious on sensitive skin but it provides a distance that almost helps keep his thoughts in order. That drowsy feeling returns and for a moment, Silver lets his head turn, inhaling the warm, comforting scent of his housemate. If he closed his eyes, could he drift into daydream? Likely, he thinks, and for once the thought is comforting.
The slight sag of his weight is surreptitious but undoubtedly plain to the much taller man, even if he keeps up with the pace just fine. He doesn't even notice the host when they approach, really, mumbling incoherently if he spoken to through the bulk of the walk. And when soft breath ruffles his hair, speaks in that low, soft murmur... he's barely conscious enough to do more than shiver.]
Mmn... if you keep saying it like that, I'm going to make a mess in your costume... [Ah. His speech slurs, earnest and gentle, long lashes still covering his gaze.] I can hold out for now... I want to beg for more, but if this is what you like, Malleus...
[He inhales a deeper breath, and this time his face does wholesale nuzzle in closer to the other's neck. Too tired and drugged to realise exactly what he's saying, he doesn't even seem the least bit embarrassed.]