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@dozesindusk torso; he could feel his teeth sink into his lower lip as every frigid nerve in his body tensed. He’d manage to hiss out: “C-Cold-.”

@dozesindusk Nothing but his boxers now, Metal heads over to the waters edge — careful to unsnap and toss aside the bracelet which bound his hair — before an ungracious fall underwater. He’d regret that. It was near freezing! *Splash!* “HHUAH!” Surfaced, arms immediately wrap across —

@dozesindusk up stripping off clothes, wielding a grin more appropriate of a five year old—.

@dozesindusk an’ didn’t tell me? This place is great! Y’know, if ‘mystic ruin’ is your aesthetic and all.” ..The water? It was near sparking. Quite actually the *cleanest* he’s ever encountered in his life. “Looks good to me, no complaints-.” Was his eagerness visible yet? He’s caught —

|| cohesive by no means, I *do* have an entire AU, and backstory/ongoing SL planned for him

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@dozesindusk hand was eventually taken. Fingers interlaced, and a tug close enough to connect foreheads. That aura of his never failed to make Metal's hair stand on end. Grinning. "I trust you. Don' worry so much, you've got this.~"

@dozesindusk That'd earn an amused chuckle, in turn, Metal reciprocating the expression proper. Albeit unintentional. "C'mon now, you're supposed t' be the straightedge of us both. Can't have two gunslinging agents a fifth away from a manic meltdown runnin' amok." Ready as he'll be, that --

smh I had a reply here and I didn't even know it, thanks twitter [I say, after being logged out for 2 months]

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@dozesindusk < body failing to adhere to the heartfelt intent. That tendril was working a bit *too* well. "Because if it's you, then, I-I'll accept it all. ." Voice wanes to a convenient sigh — be it to hush apparent hesitation, or a moan — left >

@dozesindusk < having been tucked over-shoulder just to assure he'd well hear. "Whatever you've got, had, or will get; it, doesn't matter to me. Not a thing." Don't mind the uneven rasp growing in his baritone, he's still being genuine here, despite his >

@dozesindusk < people." Another kiss of the neck. Hands grazing down revealed waist to slip partially down pant-line. He was teasing, wasn't he? "You're you, an' nothing's ever gonna change that." Soon came his mutter at the other's ear; head >

@dozesindusk Hmn. Brows shift as suspicion is raised by his words. Although Metal's own movements slow, careful reciprocation and aid was sure to continue progress. "There ain't a lot I'm afraid of in this world, Shadow. Much less of >

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