( there is something endearing about an irritated rafayel, and when he keeps pointing, agitated, sylus' gaze is only upon his, indulgent and amused.
of course, one must never taunt lord fishie too long, for his patience runs thin so quickly. he can't help a soft, low chuckle at his antics, leaning against the pillar. )
[ there's a moment of hesitation, where he's clearly deliberating how much of a hard time he wants to give sylus. just this idea improves his mood just a little. he peeks at him from the corner of his eyes, before he reaches over and grabs onto sylus wrist. ]
Fine. I guess they do say we should help our senior citizens.
[ he's tugging him closer for a moment. he leans in close enough for his breath to touch sylus' neck, and his fingers glide across his skin from his wrist, to his palms, before he tightens his grip on his fingers. he uses it to point at the fish, curling his finger over his slightly.
before, he releases him completely. he can't always give sylus what he wants. ]
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of course, one must never taunt lord fishie too long, for his patience runs thin so quickly. he can't help a soft, low chuckle at his antics, leaning against the pillar. )
Show me where the fish is.
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Fine. I guess they do say we should help our senior citizens.
[ he's tugging him closer for a moment. he leans in close enough for his breath to touch sylus' neck, and his fingers glide across his skin from his wrist, to his palms, before he tightens his grip on his fingers. he uses it to point at the fish, curling his finger over his slightly.
before, he releases him completely. he can't always give sylus what he wants. ]