[ well now! that's an interesting admission that riddle makes right in front of floyd's metaphorical salad, so to speak. that while the merman is here and clearly pushing those stretching boundaries, it's not because of him that riddle's become somewhat distracted? obviously not enough to keep him from finishing a section of that work. he's still a studious and disciplined queen. the harder he works, the better the play should be afterward.
so maybe... floyd sees himself as the reward... he's the prize! ]
Anything? Ya mean it? 'cause ya know what I'd want.
[ he withdraws that one arm so he can instead place his hand right in riddle's lap. that he can rest his hand on his thigh. his thumb rubbing circles while his fingers squeezing the inner part, a place that he's intimately familiar with already. he has favorite places to touch, to massage, to dig those fingertips into. ]
So why don't ya tell me what you're workin' on now.
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so maybe... floyd sees himself as the reward... he's the prize! ]
Anything? Ya mean it? 'cause ya know what I'd want.
[ he withdraws that one arm so he can instead place his hand right in riddle's lap. that he can rest his hand on his thigh. his thumb rubbing circles while his fingers squeezing the inner part, a place that he's intimately familiar with already. he has favorite places to touch, to massage, to dig those fingertips into. ]
So why don't ya tell me what you're workin' on now.