Aoba Seragaki ([personal profile] scrappyblue) wrote in [community profile] orendalogs 2018-09-27 02:49 pm (UTC)

Declan’s attempts may have been clumsy, but they had one thing going for them: they were being made. Those golden eyes of Desire’s studied him, sharp and appraising.

“Hah. The only thing I have an appetite for, you’re apparently not in the mood for giving,” he replied, “But don’t worry, I don’t feel like forcing it out of you just like that. You’re already too honest. It wouldn’t be any fun. Right now, I think I’m more interested in seeing what you do with that honesty all on your own.”

Desire hmmed to himself then, glancing from Declan down to Ren, then laughingly shrugged to himself and could be heard to mutter why the hell not. He walked away from all of them, through the bedroom and into the bathroom. When he returned in no time at all, he had the needleless injector in hand, freshly loaded up with a dose.

“Here. Show of good faith,” he said, striding up to Declan and standing in front of him, hand thrust out with the injector balanced on his palm. “Bring back ‘Aoba’. He’s not as honest as you, but…this won’t be the last you see of me, either.”

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