[Comes the murmured reply against his bare shoulder. It seems like more of a kneejerk reflex of an answer than a true complaint. His breaths are still a little short as he starts to feel his body calm down.]
[Silco rests his bony face against his. He leans back, a little needy for the contact.]
Smoking, huh. [His eyes glance over at the movement - his hand, the one that's more or less clean, reaches up to brush through the other's unkempt hair.] I suppose that means you enjoyed it.
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[Comes the murmured reply against his bare shoulder. It seems like more of a kneejerk reflex of an answer than a true complaint. His breaths are still a little short as he starts to feel his body calm down.]
[Silco rests his bony face against his. He leans back, a little needy for the contact.]
Smoking, huh. [His eyes glance over at the movement - his hand, the one that's more or less clean, reaches up to brush through the other's unkempt hair.] I suppose that means you enjoyed it.