Desire scoffed a little laugh, lounging on Declan like he belonged there—was entitled to it, even. His fingers kept dragging up and down, back and forth. “We’ve been fighting as long as we’ve known each other, not that he really remembers it right now.”
“I cannot identify what has happened to Aoba,” Ren himself was saying, dark eyes flicking up towards Ghost as if he thought the other construct might be able to support him somehow. “His brainwave patterns are highly abnormal. It’s hard to explain my analysis but—he should not be allowed to remain in this state. Declan, I would strongly recommend you get his medicine from the bathroom counter.”
“Oh, come on, who needs that? Big guy doesn’t seem to mind me at all.” Desire drawled, giving his hips a provocative little shift against Declan’s thigh, half drag and half grind. Neither Allmate nor construct struck him as particularly threatening, not to mention that the idea of getting medicated itself wasn’t as much of a threat anymore, either. “I’m just giving him more of what he wants~”
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“I cannot identify what has happened to Aoba,” Ren himself was saying, dark eyes flicking up towards Ghost as if he thought the other construct might be able to support him somehow. “His brainwave patterns are highly abnormal. It’s hard to explain my analysis but—he should not be allowed to remain in this state. Declan, I would strongly recommend you get his medicine from the bathroom counter.”
“Oh, come on, who needs that? Big guy doesn’t seem to mind me at all.” Desire drawled, giving his hips a provocative little shift against Declan’s thigh, half drag and half grind. Neither Allmate nor construct struck him as particularly threatening, not to mention that the idea of getting medicated itself wasn’t as much of a threat anymore, either. “I’m just giving him more of what he wants~”