LOCKE
He gets it. Maybe. Rough, crass, bastard. All things people get from looking at him and at some point it started to be true. Either way, he gets it. That doesn't stop her question from catching him off guard. He tilts his head, just a bit, already faded bite marks there. He thinks he knows what she's asking for. Maybe. The glint of fang helps and he's not entirely stupid.
"Depends on what kind of touching but usually it's permitted." He copycats her tone. He's played this version of this game before, except not. There had been an understanding from the start with what kind of things it would entail. This? He's not so sure though. But he is curious and he can't help but remember the way it felt last time. Would it feel as good with her? She's so very different.
"How do you want to do this?" Not a yes but not a no either.
"Depends on what kind of touching but usually it's permitted." He copycats her tone. He's played this version of this game before, except not. There had been an understanding from the start with what kind of things it would entail. This? He's not so sure though. But he is curious and he can't help but remember the way it felt last time. Would it feel as good with her? She's so very different.
"How do you want to do this?" Not a yes but not a no either.
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine
The in-between is mine
