so we take our time and skip around some
“Thanks.” Thorn hums to her with a bright and lopsided smile, before his attention is flickering over toward the seats in question, watching them fill up as she begins to announce who would be going with who. He takes it as his cue, even as he waits for a brief moment to not ignore Colt while she speaks, and before he has a chance to take the steps toward the seats where he fully plans on taking a great seat to see the show, some fuckery is afoot.
He doesn’t see Melita as she approaches, invisible as she is, but gods does he feel the way his pants suddenly fall as if tugged. “What the fuck?” And for a split second he panics, not because he’s been pantsed but because he’s half expecting some rogue gourd to be nearby with its vines tugging at him.
He comes up empty with a hiss and another curse, pulling his pants back up and inspecting his buckle just in case that was the issue, even if he was certain that his attire had been perfect before he’d left (and luckily with the advantage of him being a courtesan, it’s unlikely for him to get embarrassed, because you bet your ass that he’d gone all out for his outer attire, that his underwear definitely matches the vibe.
And who knows, maybe someone liked what they saw? Just means more work for him. So, with that momentary outfit failure, the courtesan is still looking for rogue gourds as he makes his way toward the stands to take a seat.
Melita pantsed Thorn :C
He doesn’t see Melita as she approaches, invisible as she is, but gods does he feel the way his pants suddenly fall as if tugged. “What the fuck?” And for a split second he panics, not because he’s been pantsed but because he’s half expecting some rogue gourd to be nearby with its vines tugging at him.
He comes up empty with a hiss and another curse, pulling his pants back up and inspecting his buckle just in case that was the issue, even if he was certain that his attire had been perfect before he’d left (and luckily with the advantage of him being a courtesan, it’s unlikely for him to get embarrassed, because you bet your ass that he’d gone all out for his outer attire, that his underwear definitely matches the vibe.
And who knows, maybe someone liked what they saw? Just means more work for him. So, with that momentary outfit failure, the courtesan is still looking for rogue gourds as he makes his way toward the stands to take a seat.
Melita pantsed Thorn :C
Hawthorn
half my love is on the run
