Anyway, van Zieks sits up, comfortably on Sholmes lap, finally freeing him a little, just so he can pick up the necktie and pressing it into Sholmes' hand, wordlessly.]
[He's pushing himself up a bit to try to reach for his eyes. Whenever Van Zieks bends forward, he'll unfold the necktie to gently place against his eyes, tying it in the back.]
[He will oblige! Then he just sort of sits there with vaguely the air of the cats in those videos where people throw kraft singles on their head and they shut down.]
[Be nice to him he's your junior. He shivers a little at the touch on his hair, having not seen it coming, of course. He leans down obediently, planing his hands on either side of Sholmes's head.]
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[YOU HAVE OTHER ORIFICES TO BREATHE FROM.]
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[KILL HIM]
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Oh, you're no fun.
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[Our Lord Prosecutor has misunderstood kink.]
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That's...no! No, I mean, as far as I know, they do, but not like that!
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[EXPLAIN KINK.]
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...It's more like...preventing certain senses like sight, or actions like breathing...I believe, induces a state of euphoria.
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[Something is being awakened in Ziekers.]
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I believe so. But one has to be careful.
[LOOK HE'S HEARD OF THE STUFF HE'S JUST HASN'T DONE ANYTHING FOR LIKE TEN YEARS]
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... Surely covering the eyes wouldn't present much danger.
[CRYSTAL ARE YOU CONFIRMING THAT HE DID KINK WITH MIKOTOBA?]
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[ME CLOSING MY EYES, NO, I JUST DON'T THINK HE WOULD THINK ABOUT SEX FOR THE LAST TEN YEARS THAT'S ALL]
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Anyway, van Zieks sits up, comfortably on Sholmes lap, finally freeing him a little, just so he can pick up the necktie and pressing it into Sholmes' hand, wordlessly.]
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...? [A questioning noise.] For...you? Or me?
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For me. I... I want to see what it's like, and I trust you.
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[He's pushing himself up a bit to try to reach for his eyes. Whenever Van Zieks bends forward, he'll unfold the necktie to gently place against his eyes, tying it in the back.]
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Now what?
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[trying very hard not to burst out laughing because what is this]
Acchem. [COMPOSURE! He has to gather composure.] Lean forward. Come here. Let me just touch you.
[He's already reaching a hand up to brush through his hair.]
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[He's keeping his voice quiet as he continues to stroke through his hair, before leaning up to press a light kiss against his forehead.]
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Sh-Sholmes...
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[A kiss to each cheek.]
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I'm a grown man, can't you pick a better word?
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[A kiss to the tip of his nose.]
What about "handsome"?
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Th-that's better.
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