And they lived comfortably ever after, boob in hand
Leaving his cum gilded clouds for another time, Quentin's attention shifts fully to Calypso as she glides over with the same effortless fluidity of the drink he presses back to his lips. "I was looking for my muse, but it seems I've found it." The book in his hand jots down another dark scrawl that simply reads, sunshine metaphor, and then he snaps the notebook shut and slides it back into his inner coat pocket.
With his hand freshly freed, he extends it warmly to her, clasping her fingers to bring the back of her hand into reach, where he deftly dips a liquor-laced kiss there. "Quentin King, pleased to meet you, lovely." The outskirts suit him just fine, but he's always thrived among the hot core of things truthfully. Best not to rush that though.
With his hand freshly freed, he extends it warmly to her, clasping her fingers to bring the back of her hand into reach, where he deftly dips a liquor-laced kiss there. "Quentin King, pleased to meet you, lovely." The outskirts suit him just fine, but he's always thrived among the hot core of things truthfully. Best not to rush that though.
Quentin
