who even knows what roles they're slipping into next. a kidnapper and their kidnapped whom also happens to be a beginner fisher? maybe it's fortunate that with her hands on his body, he doesn't have a lot of room to deliberate over that now. instead, he slides his hands a bit lower, until they're over his abdomen. ] Well, you're in luck. I happen to be an expert, so I can teach you all the techniques. If it's a big one, we can just reel it in together.
[ this is so bad... what is the fish in this case. do we want to know?? ]
[ Where did this storyline go, Rafayel?? Bianca sounds like she's about to burst out laughing, even though this is at least partially (mostly) her own fault.
at her words, he seems to pause slightly. his hands just reaching where his belt is. ] ... Even kidnappers need hobbies. You think they can go around scooping people off the streets without one or two passions to fuel them? I don't think so. [ he says with a small nod, as if proud of potentially putting their plot back on track. every man has their lore....
and slowly, they become derailed. actually why is the kidnapper undressing? ]
Beautiful ladies? Sorry to say, but I only know one lady who fits the bill. You might have to manage your expectations.
[ but, surely if this is about fishing than the quality of the fish spoke volumes more than the quantity... surely? except, does this actually make him a failure as a fisherman? that's not for him to think about now. especially, when she's actually moving to take his belt off.
he may have led her there, but wow... restraint truly isn't in the room with them...
not that he seems to mind. there's no protest on the tip of his tongue, and instead his finger release hers. his head coming down to lean against her shoulder. is he trying to hide his face from showing any embarrassment, or is it because he just wants to be close to her. he rubs his head against her, almost as if he were a cat instead of a fish. ]
he freezes for a moment, as if suddenly being caught in a compromising situation. even if it's less of that and more of him just mitigating his own sense of abashment. it hasn't been working since he's stepped foot in this bedroom. but, it may have given him just enough time to recover into locking eyes with her again. ]
Right. You're not like an octopus or anything. I was testing you, obviously. [ he says as he takes hold of her hand and presses it against his cheek. ] But, according to what I heard... there's always time to spoil your kidnapper.
I don't know... I think it may have been one of those really official sounding documentary voices that said it on TV. [ hi, do you take IOUs for citations? ]
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[ As she ever so gently brushes her fingers over where he's moved her hand, waiting.
I hate them both. ]
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who even knows what roles they're slipping into next. a kidnapper and their kidnapped whom also happens to be a beginner fisher? maybe it's fortunate that with her hands on his body, he doesn't have a lot of room to deliberate over that now. instead, he slides his hands a bit lower, until they're over his abdomen. ] Well, you're in luck. I happen to be an expert, so I can teach you all the techniques. If it's a big one, we can just reel it in together.
[ this is so bad... what is the fish in this case. do we want to know?? ]
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[ Where did this storyline go, Rafayel?? Bianca sounds like she's about to burst out laughing, even though this is at least partially (mostly) her own fault.
But they're moving lower, aren't they-- ]
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at her words, he seems to pause slightly. his hands just reaching where his belt is. ] ... Even kidnappers need hobbies. You think they can go around scooping people off the streets without one or two passions to fuel them? I don't think so. [ he says with a small nod, as if proud of potentially putting their plot back on track. every man has their lore....
and slowly, they become derailed. actually why is the kidnapper undressing? ]
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[ Makes sense to her (no).
But she is happily moving to undo his belt. ]
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[ but, surely if this is about fishing than the quality of the fish spoke volumes more than the quantity... surely? except, does this actually make him a failure as a fisherman? that's not for him to think about now. especially, when she's actually moving to take his belt off.
he may have led her there, but wow... restraint truly isn't in the room with them...
not that he seems to mind. there's no protest on the tip of his tongue, and instead his finger release hers. his head coming down to lean against her shoulder. is he trying to hide his face from showing any embarrassment, or is it because he just wants to be close to her. he rubs his head against her, almost as if he were a cat instead of a fish. ]
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Bubbles, please. You can't go distracting me like you want scratches. I only have so many hands.
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he freezes for a moment, as if suddenly being caught in a compromising situation. even if it's less of that and more of him just mitigating his own sense of abashment. it hasn't been working since he's stepped foot in this bedroom. but, it may have given him just enough time to recover into locking eyes with her again. ]
Right. You're not like an octopus or anything. I was testing you, obviously. [ he says as he takes hold of her hand and presses it against his cheek. ] But, according to what I heard... there's always time to spoil your kidnapper.
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[ He's very cute right now. ]
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