i like it when you take control
Own me, I'll let you play the role
There's some sort of weird altercation going on off to the side, and you are as far from interested in that as possible, though a comment about orgies catches your interest. "I was in an orgy, once," you remark rather casually, not looking at the group but making sure that your motions are as fluid and remarkable as ever. "With half of this group, in fact. Such lovely memories." Let the awkward blonde and the defensive child figure out which two make up the rest of your trio. You have far more interesting prey.
At least one of them is above being weirdly prudish, and you let your eyes rake appreciatively over the other man, licking your lips overtly. "I prefer to be played with, Fangs, but I'm flexible," you reply with a wink, adding a little purple paint to your trapezoid to make the beginning of an abstract face. Maybe art isn't exactly your forte, but you like to think you can make anything beautiful, and the budding cubism isn't technically bad.
Though it doesn't hold a candle to the work of their handsome host. You let yourself exhale an appreciative whistle at the beginnings of the work, adding in judicious splatters of tastefully arrayed purple: happy little clouds, another artist in another world might have said. As you do, you turn back to Fangs, raising a brow at his unconventional artistry. "Fond of working with your hands, hmm? Maybe sometime you can show me what other tricks you're keeping up those sleeves."
At least one of them is above being weirdly prudish, and you let your eyes rake appreciatively over the other man, licking your lips overtly. "I prefer to be played with, Fangs, but I'm flexible," you reply with a wink, adding a little purple paint to your trapezoid to make the beginning of an abstract face. Maybe art isn't exactly your forte, but you like to think you can make anything beautiful, and the budding cubism isn't technically bad.
Though it doesn't hold a candle to the work of their handsome host. You let yourself exhale an appreciative whistle at the beginnings of the work, adding in judicious splatters of tastefully arrayed purple: happy little clouds, another artist in another world might have said. As you do, you turn back to Fangs, raising a brow at his unconventional artistry. "Fond of working with your hands, hmm? Maybe sometime you can show me what other tricks you're keeping up those sleeves."
EZRA
i'll be your animal
