I'll hold you to that. [ Make a promise like that with him and he'll ask for something too good to be true. ] Don't let go of me in the crowd.
[ Hands interlinked, Tartaglia walks on through the hustle and bustle of the pedestrians loitering in the avenue and towards the inn, minding that kiss that snuck up on him. Don't mind him swiping a thumb over his own mouth, softly tracing where those lips pressed up against his.
By now, he's no longer completely bankrupt, fetching enough coins to pay for an evening in one of the suites. Ascending a flight of stairs and shutting the door shut behind them both, Tartaglia breaks the handhold to plunk down on the mattress. Bouncing on it a few times proves the obvious: it's a king-sized indulgence, memory foam beneath the thick duvets. He's slowly sinking where he's sitting on the very edge of it. ]
The bed's nice. Can't complain about the view, either.
[ Haha, the curtains are drawn shut. Tartaglia's gaze isn't transfixed on their accommodations, only Mira, appraising them with a stare that could flay to the bone. ]
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[ Hands interlinked, Tartaglia walks on through the hustle and bustle of the pedestrians loitering in the avenue and towards the inn, minding that kiss that snuck up on him. Don't mind him swiping a thumb over his own mouth, softly tracing where those lips pressed up against his.
By now, he's no longer completely bankrupt, fetching enough coins to pay for an evening in one of the suites. Ascending a flight of stairs and shutting the door shut behind them both, Tartaglia breaks the handhold to plunk down on the mattress. Bouncing on it a few times proves the obvious: it's a king-sized indulgence, memory foam beneath the thick duvets. He's slowly sinking where he's sitting on the very edge of it. ]
The bed's nice. Can't complain about the view, either.
[ Haha, the curtains are drawn shut. Tartaglia's gaze isn't transfixed on their accommodations, only Mira, appraising them with a stare that could flay to the bone. ]
Now, where were we?