"Do you have an ice bath in that tent of yours?" He asks grumblingly, peeking his eyes open. She can still see how red they are but there doesn't appear to be any damage, instead he looks to be somewhere between allergic and very stoned. Luka stays close to her, his eyes drifting up and down the lines of Kaivodulin's body and returning with effort to her face. "The heat is distracting and it, it's hard to think. I feel like we've already been going at it for hours."
In his voice there's a note of delirium that she has come to know he enjoys a great deal. He clutches her arm and pulls them together, indelicately bonking his chin against the top of her head.
"Will you up the tent up? I think the dark would be much better."
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Giving Luka my own weakness: Red eye that tells on my stoned ass immediately
Date: 2023-11-06 08:33 pm (UTC)In his voice there's a note of delirium that she has come to know he enjoys a great deal. He clutches her arm and pulls them together, indelicately bonking his chin against the top of her head.
"Will you up the tent up? I think the dark would be much better."