[ "Sir" isn't something he likes to be called (and he especially doesn't usually like it from K), but the image had amused him and was a direct and playful way of getting to his point. K's laugh and the teasing smile indicates the cheek of it played well. He'd been hoping so.
Tech Boy hums softly in agreement as a response to the "overdressed" comment, and he arches in such a way to give K an easier time exploring with his wet fingers. Closing his eyes, he enjoys the sense of calm he can feel in moments like this. K always knows what to do to calm his frenzied mind. Things had been a little worse ever since their arrival here, and the closeness between them is keeping him sane.
Ah, a fuck would be nice. But even as he projects that thought to K, his eyes open to follow the progression of K's hand to hold his own. He muses in a quiet voice. ] I never thought I'd be so comforted by the smell of incense. The Old Gods use it a lot in their rituals, so it's easy to just dismiss it as "their" bullshit. Not anymore though. It makes me think of all the times you've rescued me. Even when you're hurting, you're always looking out for me. Regardless of what the incense actually does, it makes me think of you, and that helps more than anything.
[ Without a doubt, there's some kind of bullshit magic in the incense that keeps the creeping horrors from invading their home, but K's the one who thinks about these things. The god's protector. And that's where he'll always put his own faith. ]
It feels like something with too many eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Argus. Or New Media. Or the Archivist. But it doesn't have that kind of weight. [ He clears his throat lightly. ] It's probably just my imagination. Definitely not something lurking in the shadows for when my guard is down. [ a pause ] Yeah, let's get the incense lit once you'd done here. I feel better like this, but we'll have to move eventually.
It's this place. Whatever's causing it probably has something to do with-- [ He strokes K's fingers with his own as they hold hands. The Blood is the unspoken word. ] How are you holding up?
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Tech Boy hums softly in agreement as a response to the "overdressed" comment, and he arches in such a way to give K an easier time exploring with his wet fingers. Closing his eyes, he enjoys the sense of calm he can feel in moments like this. K always knows what to do to calm his frenzied mind. Things had been a little worse ever since their arrival here, and the closeness between them is keeping him sane.
Ah, a fuck would be nice. But even as he projects that thought to K, his eyes open to follow the progression of K's hand to hold his own. He muses in a quiet voice. ] I never thought I'd be so comforted by the smell of incense. The Old Gods use it a lot in their rituals, so it's easy to just dismiss it as "their" bullshit. Not anymore though. It makes me think of all the times you've rescued me. Even when you're hurting, you're always looking out for me. Regardless of what the incense actually does, it makes me think of you, and that helps more than anything.
[ Without a doubt, there's some kind of bullshit magic in the incense that keeps the creeping horrors from invading their home, but K's the one who thinks about these things. The god's protector. And that's where he'll always put his own faith. ]
It feels like something with too many eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd say Argus. Or New Media. Or the Archivist. But it doesn't have that kind of weight. [ He clears his throat lightly. ] It's probably just my imagination. Definitely not something lurking in the shadows for when my guard is down. [ a pause ] Yeah, let's get the incense lit once you'd done here. I feel better like this, but we'll have to move eventually.
It's this place. Whatever's causing it probably has something to do with-- [ He strokes K's fingers with his own as they hold hands. The Blood is the unspoken word. ] How are you holding up?