[Oh, but Figaro's obliging, which is good, makes it easier to use him as a giant blanket and/or body pillow for cuddling- which Gepard does. He sighs, getting comfortable, just fucking making himself at home- it is his home. But he's settling in.
Gepard's a man of routine and he can feel new patterns being etched onto his bones. He really should be more worried about this- less the cuddling of some nameless man with a fixation on the letter O, and more the fact that he decided that he really wants to snuggle with him after letting him drink his blood.
One hand is at the nape of Figaro's neck. The other, trying to rub his back.]
You drink blood. Blood comes from people, so I suppose you're technically right.
[Clothes are in the way, and without thinking about it, Gepard slides a hand under what little Figaro has in the way of a shirt (he's not really a shirt guy, really) to rub patterns in his skin. It's like gentling a cat. He's got the world's worst bloodthirsty cat atop him. It doesn't matter.]
You drink people, not eat them, but is that really that different? [This is what he's focusing on.]
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Date: 2024-12-11 03:19 am (UTC)[Oh, but Figaro's obliging, which is good, makes it easier to use him as a giant blanket and/or body pillow for cuddling- which Gepard does. He sighs, getting comfortable, just fucking making himself at home- it is his home. But he's settling in.
Gepard's a man of routine and he can feel new patterns being etched onto his bones. He really should be more worried about this- less the cuddling of some nameless man with a fixation on the letter O, and more the fact that he decided that he really wants to snuggle with him after letting him drink his blood.
One hand is at the nape of Figaro's neck. The other, trying to rub his back.]
You drink blood. Blood comes from people, so I suppose you're technically right.
[Clothes are in the way, and without thinking about it, Gepard slides a hand under what little Figaro has in the way of a shirt (he's not really a shirt guy, really) to rub patterns in his skin. It's like gentling a cat. He's got the world's worst bloodthirsty cat atop him. It doesn't matter.]
You drink people, not eat them, but is that really that different? [This is what he's focusing on.]