[ that nice, long kiss has gu yun making a pleasant noise, hand coming up to rest at the small of her back and pull her closer. this is one of the best things about indulging in this place, after all, the easy way affection seems to come and go, and though he doesn't quite lean after primrose as she pulls away, he's listening very keenly to what she has to say.
there's a pause, and he glances over at childe. something unreadable passes across his face, and there's ostensibly a mental conversation of "this instead this week that goes through before he tilts his head, like he's considering. ]
Who's idea was this? [ it's more of a sly question, this time, gaze sliding back to primrose, for a moment, attention very much captured. a nice break from all the memory sharing that seems to be flying about, as of late.
(hopefully.)
he lingers in primrose's space for a moment longer before loosing his hands and letting go, reaching for his phone to let law know the room's occupied. ]
My room's the loft, then. After you.
[ and with that, he gives a wide bow, a little extra, sweeping his arm out towards the stairs up to the loft. his room is very sparse and clean - nothing exciting to it since their arrival here. the only thing that neither childe or primrose have likely seen is that his bedside table is completely charred on top like someone or something set it on fire??? i'm sure it's fine. ]
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there's a pause, and he glances over at childe. something unreadable passes across his face, and there's ostensibly a mental conversation of "this instead this week that goes through before he tilts his head, like he's considering. ]
Who's idea was this? [ it's more of a sly question, this time, gaze sliding back to primrose, for a moment, attention very much captured. a nice break from all the memory sharing that seems to be flying about, as of late.
(hopefully.)
he lingers in primrose's space for a moment longer before loosing his hands and letting go, reaching for his phone to let law know the room's occupied. ]
My room's the loft, then. After you.
[ and with that, he gives a wide bow, a little extra, sweeping his arm out towards the stairs up to the loft. his room is very sparse and clean - nothing exciting to it since their arrival here. the only thing that neither childe or primrose have likely seen is that his bedside table is completely charred on top like someone or something set it on fire??? i'm sure it's fine. ]