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08-30-2014, 03:12 AM
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When he sighs and admits that he only pressed the matter to watch you squirm, your stance relaxes a little more. While you find it distasteful, you cannot fault the stocky stallion for his proclaimed motive—you’d do the same. You know that watching a reaction is the most entertaining part, and though you rather regret that he got a true rise out of you, at least it piqued his interest. Now that you’ve given him a seemingly straightforward answer, he appears bored. Don’t go, not yet, you command him mentally, shifting your position slightly so that he might have a more appealing view of you for the next round. You’d like him to stay and play this game, even if he doesn’t think it has a point—there is always a useful tidbit or two to be gleaned from a rousing round of ask-and-tell. “Do you have another question for me?” Rostislav inquires offhandedly, with a swipe of his tasseled tail. You don’t bother reminding him that it’s his turn to ask you a question again—if this is what he’s using for his turn, he’s a fool…but you like fools. “Oh, I always will, Rostislav,” you promise, offering him a small smile, “You intrigue me, you know.” The confession is uttered with the slightest of arched brows. “Hmm, whatever shall I ask…” You survey him, eyes meeting his own, then trailing up, past his ears and then down his neck. The pouch. “Ah, here’s my next one. Let’s stray from geography, shall we? What...what would happen to me if I took a drink from that satchel of yours?” You glance sideways at him, mouth twisted into an amused smirk. Is it just you, or has the faintest crackle of electricity sparked in the air between you once more? @[Rostislav] OOC: So sorry for the embarrassingly long wait! I’m all over the place with this, as you can probably see O.o |
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