Date: 2024-06-08 01:28 am (UTC)
snowshield: (i tell myself it's okay)
From: [personal profile] snowshield
[And he's exactly where he doesn't want to be, and Figaro's presence doesn't help with his...

Problem, and Gepard's learning new things about himself each moment that passes. New, unfortunate things. Here's one, Figaro smells amazing, and Gepard doesn't know if that's because of the bite (the same residual thing that had his little Earthwork in his pants wake up) or if Figaro always smells amazing. And it's not like he can sniff the guy on a normal basis.

For another, he's in his arms, and Gepard finds that he doesn't want to leave. Isn't that funny? Isn't it great how these things work? And he feels just enough vertigo that he can't find him, stand up, walk about on his own.

With a frustrated grunt, Gepard buries his face into whatever-of-Figaro is there; a neck, a shoulder, a chest. He closes his eyes. That doesn't help with the (amazing) scent, but it helps with the vertigo. A little.]


Help me to my bathroom.

[Then he can dress his wound and then pass out on the tiled floor, or something.

It takes an effort to not mumble it, from shame, from- something else, but Gepard puts in that effort. It comes out quietly, but at least it's not a mumble?]


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