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[soulsees]

Hm?

( Hythlodaeus glances back over his shoulder, his expression a picture of innocence as he offers an easy grin. )

Why my robes, of course! I thought you preferred me in them — I appreciate that seeing me in anything else is still a bit of a shock to the system.

( Said as though he doesn't know Emet-Selch is talking about the long, bare legs currently on display for all to see. He hasn't hiked up his robe so far that to reveal a flash of underwear — he'll let Emet sweat about that a while longer — although there might be a hint of dark red lace as he swings his leg over to jump down on the other side. )

Come on, your turn!

[arkitect]

Hythlodaeus, you know very well what I mean-!

[That hint of red lace is enough to push him onward, hurrying to catch up. HYTHLODAEUS your fucking PANTS.

He doesn't bother with the fence, himself, simply teleporting himself to the other side just before Hythlodaeus lands-- ready to steady him or keep him from falling, if necessary, and also to keep him from flashing anyone in the process.

Not that there's anyone here, but it's the principle of the thing.]

[soulsees]

( It amuses Hythlodaeus to see that Emet-Selch is as fussy as ever. Grousing on the one hand while wanting to be near him on the other; he complains in the same breath that he holds out an arm to steady him, which Hythlodaeus takes gladly as he finds his feet again.

No-one but Emet-Selch is flashed in the process, and only a little bit at that. )

Do I?

( He teases, taking the opportunity to lean in and press a chaste kiss to Emet's lips. Mischirf touches the corners of his lips: )

All I know is that I can't keep you happy. You're going to have to be more explicit about what you want.