[If he had any delusions about Figaro being maybe, kind of, sort of interested in him, they're firmly squashed by the complete and total lack of reaction that he can see, or feel. Not that he's trying to see. Or feel. But he's got an erection that could puncture the Fragmentum; Figaro has absolutely nothing. His voice is light. Pitying? Hard to say. Definitely unmoved.
Gepard stops stroking Figaro's hair. He's grounded enough. The bite happened, and the bite's gone. Gepard breathes in, and then slowly breathes out, forcing himself to move past the embarrassment. He's trying to focus on what next, instead of what just happened. It's not working. It's just making him think about it more, and he wants to-
Figaro offers to dress his bite.]
N-no. [No. He has to say that more firmly.] No. [Better. Gepard touches his neck, missing the sensation of Figaro's hair almost immediately (coarse hair or imaginary silky-smooth perfection, either's fine) and he ignores that.
His neck feels sore. Sensitive. He doesn't like it.]
That won't be necessary. I've dressed worse wounds than this.
[This would be more convincing if he wasn't lying down, feeling vaguely ravished, in the arms of a stranger...Gepard tries to sit up, and feels woozy. Dizzy. Sudden vertigo.
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Date: 2024-06-05 03:09 am (UTC)Gepard stops stroking Figaro's hair. He's grounded enough. The bite happened, and the bite's gone. Gepard breathes in, and then slowly breathes out, forcing himself to move past the embarrassment. He's trying to focus on what next, instead of what just happened. It's not working. It's just making him think about it more, and he wants to-
Figaro offers to dress his bite.]
N-no. [No. He has to say that more firmly.] No. [Better. Gepard touches his neck, missing the sensation of Figaro's hair almost immediately (coarse hair or imaginary silky-smooth perfection, either's fine) and he ignores that.
His neck feels sore. Sensitive. He doesn't like it.]
That won't be necessary. I've dressed worse wounds than this.
[This would be more convincing if he wasn't lying down, feeling vaguely ravished, in the arms of a stranger...Gepard tries to sit up, and feels woozy. Dizzy. Sudden vertigo.
He's dealt with worse.]