[ He's nearly given up on modesty. First to go was the mask, several weeks ago, and now he doesn't even mind stripping down in bed, whereas before he would have insisted the shirt, at the very least, stay on. But now? Oh, to be sure, he avoids glancing down at himself, and all the scars and missing three limbs and their metallic replacements, but he'll show them off if he has to. Who cares, eh? Vanadi is happy to insist that he doesn't.
He's currently sprawled (carefully, of course, because those metal bits are heavy and he wouldn't want to inflict that on anyone), half sheathed in blankets and nude under that, and entirely disinclined to move. He's not sure who's leg he's currently claimed for a pillow, but he doesn't intend to give it up anytime soon. ]
Mm. Does that involve moving, or have you a secret fridge stowed away somewhere very near?
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He's currently sprawled (carefully, of course, because those metal bits are heavy and he wouldn't want to inflict that on anyone), half sheathed in blankets and nude under that, and entirely disinclined to move. He's not sure who's leg he's currently claimed for a pillow, but he doesn't intend to give it up anytime soon. ]
Mm. Does that involve moving, or have you a secret fridge stowed away somewhere very near?