[littl3chocobo]

as usual cirro put up the usual play of trying to escape for his powders and roots though quickly enough the excuses left the man and feeling less strung out than before he offered sweet kisses on the curse inked on the man's neck. "when maia dies i will make you my consort and give you blood, you'd like it more than this squalid existence." saying no more he went back to kissing