[He tries to gather his dignity about him, to muster his hard-earned composure (carved out bit by bit from ice and snow and persistence and stubbornness) to act like the military man he is. Gepard tries. He tries so hard. He's...uh, frustrated, he's a captain, he's in his office, any second now the Supreme Guardian could waltz in and catch him fucking Sampo Koski.
He manages a frown. A leg is hooked around his hip, dragging him closer, and Gepard's dragged willingly. Pliant.]
Of course I care.
[He also manages a vaguely frustrated tone.
This is a lie, but does it count as a lie if both parties know it's a lie? He's not even good at lying, not really, not when it comes to something like this. He let himself get dragged closer by a leg around his hip. He took off Sampo's pants. He's probably blushing. Again. His cheeks rosy. Again. One of the most stubborn people on the planet and he's going along with all of Sampo's suggestions. He might as well write I enjoy having sex with Sampo Koski on his forehead with neon pink and skip through the fort for all he's being subtle.]
I just thought someone should say it. [This would be more convincing if Gepard wasn't reaching into his drawer to pull out a barely used bottle of lube. Other things in his drawer: a Belobog fidget toy (a cube made out of stone in shades of blue), an extra pair of gloves, oil and a rag for his gauntlet, and various office supplies. It's the lube that's important.] And, as you obviously wasn't going to say the obvious, I had to.
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He manages a frown. A leg is hooked around his hip, dragging him closer, and Gepard's dragged willingly. Pliant.]
Of course I care.
[He also manages a vaguely frustrated tone.
This is a lie, but does it count as a lie if both parties know it's a lie? He's not even good at lying, not really, not when it comes to something like this. He let himself get dragged closer by a leg around his hip. He took off Sampo's pants. He's probably blushing. Again. His cheeks rosy. Again. One of the most stubborn people on the planet and he's going along with all of Sampo's suggestions. He might as well write I enjoy having sex with Sampo Koski on his forehead with neon pink and skip through the fort for all he's being subtle.]
I just thought someone should say it. [This would be more convincing if Gepard wasn't reaching into his drawer to pull out a barely used bottle of lube. Other things in his drawer: a Belobog fidget toy (a cube made out of stone in shades of blue), an extra pair of gloves, oil and a rag for his gauntlet, and various office supplies. It's the lube that's important.] And, as you obviously wasn't going to say the obvious, I had to.