[Sampo claims that he didn't make him do anything, and Gepard makes a face in response. Quick. Sour. Contemplating the merits of trying to kick Sampo at this range, sure, it's not like Sampo currently deserves it, but also, does he deserve it in general? Quite possibly. He can make up some excuse about suspecting that Sampo pickpocketed some guests, which he definitely did; his medal's gone, that's reason to suspect him.
All of this lasts up until the point in which Sampo reaches out and adjusts the pocket square in his breast pocket, and he can't help but lean into that touch, a little, hating himself for doing so. More specifically, about the fact he couldn't help it.]
You're just saying that. [It's a mutter, a little grumble, as he glances away, and then, glances back.]
Do you want to stop my my room, or are we heading straight to the balcony? I have- [On second thought. On second thought maybe Sampo doesn't need to know about the lube.] Well, I'm sure that won't be necessary. I'm sure you're prepared. You brought a suit, after all.
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All of this lasts up until the point in which Sampo reaches out and adjusts the pocket square in his breast pocket, and he can't help but lean into that touch, a little, hating himself for doing so. More specifically, about the fact he couldn't help it.]
You're just saying that. [It's a mutter, a little grumble, as he glances away, and then, glances back.]
Do you want to stop my my room, or are we heading straight to the balcony? I have- [On second thought. On second thought maybe Sampo doesn't need to know about the lube.] Well, I'm sure that won't be necessary. I'm sure you're prepared. You brought a suit, after all.