"Those two." Frey says with a roll of their eyes that Sunjata will feel as a huff of impatient breath puffed against one of his shoulders before lips kiss away the unhappy air.
"Whatever suits you best." They add with a shrug, before pulling back. 'Keep the blindfold. If you need to wear it next time, I won't be offended.' Frey says as their fingers ghost across Sunjata's arms and then away entirely. "I'm going to go now, on the count of three." They explain, so that the Flood would know when it was safe to look again.
"One, two..." Frey vanishes in a gust of warm wind.
"three."
~FIN
"Whatever suits you best." They add with a shrug, before pulling back. 'Keep the blindfold. If you need to wear it next time, I won't be offended.' Frey says as their fingers ghost across Sunjata's arms and then away entirely. "I'm going to go now, on the count of three." They explain, so that the Flood would know when it was safe to look again.
"One, two..." Frey vanishes in a gust of warm wind.
"three."
~FIN
