( when he was five and hadn't needed the defensive shell of armor and robes to keep him separate from the rest of the world. new amsterdam had forced him out of some of those habits, but not all of them.
and he's vain enough to admit that he enjoys the form-hugging properties of his biking leathers.
rey catching the stray fleck of cream on her thumb breaks his train of thought, eyes following her finger as she presses it to her mouth and sucks. a soft noise follows, confused in what it intends to be ㅡ though there's a liberal sprinkling of intrigue in there. )
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( when he was five and hadn't needed the defensive shell of armor and robes to keep him separate from the rest of the world. new amsterdam had forced him out of some of those habits, but not all of them.
and he's vain enough to admit that he enjoys the form-hugging properties of his biking leathers.
rey catching the stray fleck of cream on her thumb breaks his train of thought, eyes following her finger as she presses it to her mouth and sucks. a soft noise follows, confused in what it intends to be ㅡ though there's a liberal sprinkling of intrigue in there. )