[cool air grazes over bare skin, and Silver actively shudders at the feeling of it. The amount of relief it actually gives is laughably small, but Silver can't fault Malleus for that. Truthfully he probably wouldn't blame him for much of anything, of course, but that's not the point.
His skin still feels entirely too sensitive, hot and cold all at once. Everything is perfectly professional, despite the obnoxious costumes. If Silver is honest, he'd rather that was off Malleus too, if only because it's just... so silly.
Those thoughts are all derailed again when bright green eyes meet his own, heartbeat skipping in his throat for a brief moment. The sensation of fingers on his hip only further muddle everything, and the question - sweet and simple - and slowing his breath, Silver nods and shifts slightly.]
... P-please. If... you don't mind.
[I don't mind if you see, he doesn't say. It's clear enough in the way he doesn't let his gaze shift, even if there's a wobble of insecurity there simply because... well, it's a place of vulnerability very few have seen him in.]
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His skin still feels entirely too sensitive, hot and cold all at once. Everything is perfectly professional, despite the obnoxious costumes. If Silver is honest, he'd rather that was off Malleus too, if only because it's just... so silly.
Those thoughts are all derailed again when bright green eyes meet his own, heartbeat skipping in his throat for a brief moment. The sensation of fingers on his hip only further muddle everything, and the question - sweet and simple - and slowing his breath, Silver nods and shifts slightly.]
... P-please. If... you don't mind.
[I don't mind if you see, he doesn't say. It's clear enough in the way he doesn't let his gaze shift, even if there's a wobble of insecurity there simply because... well, it's a place of vulnerability very few have seen him in.]