[What a thing for Gepard to say-- that he would've liked to dance with him. The good Captain's sentimental streak rearing its pretty little head again. But Sampo doesn't get much of a chance to say anything in response to that, because Gepard pulls him along, tugging him like he's a child that won't keep up, then pushes him against a wall to kiss him.]
[Well, Sampo can understand that well enough. And he's all right with Gepard getting him up against a wall, with his eager mouth and roaming hands. It'll probably wrinkle his jacket, which is a little bit of an annoyance-- this is a nice suit, thank you very much-- but he can iron out a few wrinkles. Ten minutes of necking with Gepard is priceless.]
Hey. [His hands are cupping Gepard's face, because it's really just too pretty not to touch.] Don't forget about that balcony that you promised me. We deserve a view!
[A pretty view of Belobog for someone to get railed to. Who is still up for debate, it depends on whether Gepard will find that medal of his.]
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[Well, Sampo can understand that well enough. And he's all right with Gepard getting him up against a wall, with his eager mouth and roaming hands. It'll probably wrinkle his jacket, which is a little bit of an annoyance-- this is a nice suit, thank you very much-- but he can iron out a few wrinkles. Ten minutes of necking with Gepard is priceless.]
Hey. [His hands are cupping Gepard's face, because it's really just too pretty not to touch.] Don't forget about that balcony that you promised me. We deserve a view!
[A pretty view of Belobog for someone to get railed to. Who is still up for debate, it depends on whether Gepard will find that medal of his.]