IC Contact [City of Ariel]

[recitings]

Genesis Rhapsodos here. What do you need me for?

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[illicitresearch]

Of course. You need only ask.

[ Relief blooms. This is just what he'd hoped for, and Zexion feels remarkably good about this. Won't try to tease on purpose, will take every instance to prove he can still pamper his beau's ego and walk him gently around the concept that yes, he does, in fact, sleep with other people and often.

But that can just as easily mean all of nothing.]

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[recitings]

Are you busy now, though?

[Thinking about sharing Zexion actually makes him feel possessive. And he feels like he wants to work it off. He's thinking of having his way with him right now and it makes heat pool at the pit of his stomach.]

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[illicitresearch]

Well I was waiting for Kise to get back to me, so he can tell me what kind of garish thing I should be dressed in for this festival. I don't think I own anything extravagantly bright.

But if you need me, I can make my way back soon.

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[recitings]

I want you.

[ The reply comes simply enough. Genesis needn't wax poetic about a carnal need. ]

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[illicitresearch]

I'll head back right now, then. The feathers and fanfare can wait.