Remind you of anything?.

Apparently not.

making my way to the cages, and picking up the empty bowls, and water bottles near them to return to the kitchen

returning with a broom and dustpan, sweeping my way around the room, forming one little pile of dust for the dustpan, that too is taken to the kitchen to be disposed of

Apartment
Consideration seems fair, given the question. You don't say no, which also seems fair. Still, a glimmer of amusement there.

"You know, compelling point. Then pathetic, but charming, and talented. I do seem to remember you liking my singing, if not my song choices."

It was kind of nice, that you already knew all the things he thought were worth hating him for, and still chose to come home with him. Exceptionally nice, even. And he didn't doubt your sincerity, or honesty, with the sheer amount of truth bombs you'd dropped on his head last night.

The talk of testing your angelicness has him grinning again. "Did you have specific tests in mind?" Those words are all flirtation, because, well, he didn't say he was an angel. The eyebrow waggle that follows is playful, even if it opens his eyes enough to make him wince. It still isn't perky, but still, he couldn't resist.

Clearly, as he shifts, the desire is to continue snuggling. More than happy to let you use his arm as a pillow, enouraging it, even.

"Are they? Because you're pretty lovely, and I'm definitely sober." A wry quirk of lips. "My best qualities are definitely not best observed when I'm far from sober."

Again, a faint tilt into that touch, soaking up the warmth of it. For all that they haven't managed to fully open their eyes, you do get the impression they're listening intently. The curiousity behind the question genuine, if paired with feeling entirely too vulnerable with all that they'd bared last night.

"Sounds like you enjoy it?" A moment, "you're welcome to help yourself to anything I baked for the kids, if you want. Or you can take it for yourself, I won't argue with that, either."

You mention your parents, and there's a mix of empathy and loss there - he did tell you he was open, even sober, right? Their chagrin is enough to have him wrapping his other arm around you to draw you closer, comfort, even if he's not sure that you need it.

"Knowing what you want to do with your life doesn't always give you direction. It's pretty cool that you're taking the time to explore it, and figure it out, instead of following the script people lay out for you." A touch of admiration there.

Brows lift. "Damn, three languages? I feel like I should introduce you to Mei." Again, the flicker of shadows in his expression, as he brings in one of the friends he doesn't feel he can reach out to into it.

"You are, a little bit." The words teasing. "Would you like mine? I grew up all over, too, my dad's in the military, so we moved a lot. Much to my parents' chagrin, I insisted on acting as a career. I'm pretty fresh out of Juilliard, and the play I was co-producing and acting in just closed." For all that his tone is light, the shadows stay through all of that. The only bit of what he said that doesn't hold pain is Juilliard.

You can almost see him try to shake that off. "Sorry. That was... less playful than I intended. God.

"Where's the favourite place you've been? What's your favourite baked good? What do you like to do, beyond exploration?" A considering look. "What do you want to try here in The City? I'm pretty new to it myself, and am... between gigs." Which is to say, has free time.

running out of breath
and draped heavily across the contours of the grass

stretching my feet way out

it's been a grunting fight to get things accomplished, I can tell you. For some reason, the things on my list today are the ones that were never well documented to begin with so I'm having to figure out how they should really be done.

Smiling and giggling softly as you try to talk now. She could tell it was becoming more difficult for you to focus. And she was feeling mischievous.

"So...how has your day been going for you?"

Finding a particularly bad spot and rubbing it judiciously. Cause she's a terrible person.

waves n poofs back to rt

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you can read My home page.

Then tell Me if you are interested in going private?

stepping to the doorway, "dressed" in PleasureMistress' outfit of choice and giving the room a quick little look over

a little of this … a little of that … how about you?

banana's -
ummmm
nice...

body mashing into the soft grass
as i twist my feet this way and that

What are you looking for?

decadence has started a new game with the following players:
decadence

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"Vanilla, jasmine, lavender, coconut, and banana. Bit of a subtle tone to it."

Nods and continues pressing into your back with her fingers and hands, pushing up and down your back, then occasionally pushing from side to side. Sometimes even moving her hands in circular motions over the tighter spots in your back.

Hi missy thanks for info..but just saying a i dont see junk around or stuff in disrepair the dirt in halls sharkos idea i dont see dirt but hell i never really look 🙋👍🌞🌞🌞

uhhhnnn - no, I just didn't sleep well last night and my whole backside was a mess when the alarm went off.

twitching occasionally when you find a knot

I can't place that scent, what is it?

"I'm gonna undo this strap in the back. It'll make it easier."

Smiles and unties the strap on the back of your top, exposing a little more of your skin to the world. She produced some wonderful smelling oil and poured some on her hand. Setting the bottle aside and then rubbing her hands together before rubbing the oil onto your back. She wasn't actually performing the massage yet. Just prepping for it. Then, once your back was covered to her satisfaction, she began to press her fingers into the flesh there. Hands moving, fingers searching. Searching for all of those tense spots.

"Any particular area I should focus on?"

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