[ At least they're not sweaty. He has this one thing going for him.
Happy to know that he's being felt, he taps his nails into the surface of Inho's skin to watch it bounce back, and runs his hands up to the junction of his neck and shoulder. He presses with gentle pressure into the muscle there, and traces it up. ]
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Happy to know that he's being felt, he taps his nails into the surface of Inho's skin to watch it bounce back, and runs his hands up to the junction of his neck and shoulder. He presses with gentle pressure into the muscle there, and traces it up. ]
What are you made out of?
[ So badly does he want to cut Inho open... ]