i want to love a boy (the way i love the ocean)

[light_mischief]

[despite it being a borderline hoarder's nest of media, Skulduggery does enjoy the bridge's default appearance. he wants to know more about it -- pry a little, maybe see if they can't uncover some long-hidden memory that wasn't thrown to the four winds over the course of the Serena Eterna's existence -- but there's a time and a place for interrogations, and this isn't it, chief.

he pauses once he's inside, less to consider the mess around him and more to decide where to put his hat and jacket.]

...Oh. Right. I only need to want a coat rack...

[et voila. a place for his hat and jacket.]

Do I need to verbalize requests like that? [so far he's just been doing it because he loves to hear himself talk.]

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[light_mischief]

[not unless it's funny, like a pair of lobster crackers to the temple. or when he trusts the outside force, like right now.]

Does it feel good? [he chuckles.] Or are you already missing me?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Not as good. [a soft laugh, even as he pushes a third finger inside himself, mostly to marvel at the fact that he can.] So, any assistance you feel up to providing would be appreciated...