[ gloating and blustering would be his typical response. in spite of his rustiness, riddle would still be skilled enough to survive a waltz, and more importantly-- by now, he knows floyd well enough to match his steps well enough. maybe he'll stumble now and then, lag behind sometimes, step on his toes, but riddle swears he'll always be there. by his side, in his arms, no matter the occasion.
dancing is hard work, especially in heavy high-heeled boots, so riddle too is winded. he swears that's why his heart could pound its way out of his chest, doubly so when he feels the shape of floyd's smile against his head. riddle's eyes flutter shut in longing, unconsciously leaning into the taller boy. his face couldn't get hotter-- or so he thinks. ]
Mm... I believe I do as well.
[ the heat reaches the tips of his ears, and riddle doesn't know when his hands found themselves gripping the front of floyd's shirt, but they are. his throat feels dry, his lips tingle. it takes far too much courage to say what he does, even though intellectually riddle can't imagine being denied. ]
My tub is large enough to fit both of us...if you find the idea agreeable.
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dancing is hard work, especially in heavy high-heeled boots, so riddle too is winded. he swears that's why his heart could pound its way out of his chest, doubly so when he feels the shape of floyd's smile against his head. riddle's eyes flutter shut in longing, unconsciously leaning into the taller boy. his face couldn't get hotter-- or so he thinks. ]
Mm... I believe I do as well.
[ the heat reaches the tips of his ears, and riddle doesn't know when his hands found themselves gripping the front of floyd's shirt, but they are. his throat feels dry, his lips tingle. it takes far too much courage to say what he does, even though intellectually riddle can't imagine being denied. ]
My tub is large enough to fit both of us...if you find the idea agreeable.