[no. he supposes a storage shed isn't incredibly great for what she has in mind. she's made it very, very clear what the hell that is, too. with eggplants and sparkles and whatever other emoji she thought was appropriate for the texts she wanted to irritate him with.
it's not great for emperors for who, apparently, have a really big penchant for glitter as much as they do for silk, roses, and the color red.
like he can talk. wear more green, Robin. you green bean.
he doesn't shove her off of him. there's only the sound of a grunt as she lays on his chest. he just keeps staring at the ceiling, wondering how he's going to explain the glitter all over his body to the rest of Chaldea. it'll be as obvious as Nero's "subtle" hints.
subtle, she said. good jokes. Nero is about as subtle as a giant log barreling towards you. a glittery, vanilla-smelling log.
all he does is close his eyes while she makes a cushion out of him and infects his skin and clothes with her sparkles and perfumes. this is one of the many reasons he was avoiding her room. one of the more frivolous reasons, but a reason all the same.
glitter is going to be in the crack of his ass for days.
one of his arms flops out to the side, cat pillow in hand. the other he's not so sure about because he doesn't want it to be pinned at his side. it takes some hesitation, but he finally settles it on the small of her back as she pushes his hair out of his face. finally, his eyes open again so he can look down at her with exasperation.]
I know you were right outside the kitchen door at the end there. [the meow pillow gets pushed in her face as he grins.]
But nice try. [while she sputters on fluff, his grin fades away. how much more drastic can you get after she had sent him selfies of her barely clothed?
you know what. he doesn't want to know.]
You'd give our Master a run for their money when it comes to how stubborn you are, you know? Between the two of you, I feel like you could actually move mountains if you really wanted. [or save humanity. that whole deal.
or get Robin Hood into silk pillows and a fancy bed until he looked like Ke$ha.]
I just don't know why the two of you would spend that stubbornness on me.[in their own ways.
the pillow on her face suddenly moves away. the cigarette is off his lips so he can grab Nero's jaw and roll the both of them over so he's on top and their legs tangle. and so he can kiss her on her mouth, as gentle as it had been when he was teaching her the lure of soft and slow.]
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it's not great for emperors for who, apparently, have a really big penchant for glitter as much as they do for silk, roses, and the color red.
like he can talk. wear more green, Robin. you green bean.
he doesn't shove her off of him. there's only the sound of a grunt as she lays on his chest. he just keeps staring at the ceiling, wondering how he's going to explain the glitter all over his body to the rest of Chaldea. it'll be as obvious as Nero's "subtle" hints.
subtle, she said. good jokes. Nero is about as subtle as a giant log barreling towards you. a glittery, vanilla-smelling log.
all he does is close his eyes while she makes a cushion out of him and infects his skin and clothes with her sparkles and perfumes. this is one of the many reasons he was avoiding her room. one of the more frivolous reasons, but a reason all the same.
glitter is going to be in the crack of his ass for days.
one of his arms flops out to the side, cat pillow in hand. the other he's not so sure about because he doesn't want it to be pinned at his side. it takes some hesitation, but he finally settles it on the small of her back as she pushes his hair out of his face. finally, his eyes open again so he can look down at her with exasperation.]
I know you were right outside the kitchen door at the end there. [the meow pillow gets pushed in her face as he grins.]
But nice try. [while she sputters on fluff, his grin fades away. how much more drastic can you get after she had sent him selfies of her barely clothed?
you know what. he doesn't want to know.]
You'd give our Master a run for their money when it comes to how stubborn you are, you know? Between the two of you, I feel like you could actually move mountains if you really wanted. [or save humanity. that whole deal.
or get Robin Hood into silk pillows and a fancy bed until he looked like Ke$ha.]
I just don't know why the two of you would spend that stubbornness on me.[in their own ways.
the pillow on her face suddenly moves away. the cigarette is off his lips so he can grab Nero's jaw and roll the both of them over so he's on top and their legs tangle. and so he can kiss her on her mouth, as gentle as it had been when he was teaching her the lure of soft and slow.]