Or something, [ she echoes, a little bemused by it. Well, he's not wrong. They're in an entire resort dedicated to encouraging sexual activities, so even if they weren't going to end up in a room belonging to either of them, they're bound to find something to serve their purposes. ]
My suite isn't very large, but there's enough space to move around on. Though we're not quite close to it, at the moment.
[ she continues to display her unending kindness u_u
he merely nods in answer, walking stiffly out back towards the lobby, where he knows a fair few rooms branch off. somehow, he manages to do so with some modicum of dignity, despite the strain against his slacks, and the increasingly labored nature of his breathing.
when at last he finds them a small room left unoccupied, holding only a simple love seat and a side table, he half-stumbles, half-collapses into one side of it. his head leans back, hand falling over his eyes as his teeth grit. another couch... such is their curse, it seems. ]
I was — reckless, [ he says through a clenched jaw. his other hand comes to grip the arm rest, but it's clear from the way he shifts in his seat he'd wished to grip something... else. ] I thought I had more time.
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My suite isn't very large, but there's enough space to move around on. Though we're not quite close to it, at the moment.
[ And Marco is... clearly suffering. ]
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There are.. smaller roofs off of the lobby. Private ones.
[ more than suitable for their — purposes. please don't ask him how he knows. ]
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Well, she's not about to ask him for further clarification. ]
I see. Then let's make use of one of them.
*rooms... not roofs ........
he merely nods in answer, walking stiffly out back towards the lobby, where he knows a fair few rooms branch off. somehow, he manages to do so with some modicum of dignity, despite the strain against his slacks, and the increasingly labored nature of his breathing.
when at last he finds them a small room left unoccupied, holding only a simple love seat and a side table, he half-stumbles, half-collapses into one side of it. his head leans back, hand falling over his eyes as his teeth grit. another couch... such is their curse, it seems. ]
I was — reckless, [ he says through a clenched jaw. his other hand comes to grip the arm rest, but it's clear from the way he shifts in his seat he'd wished to grip something... else. ] I thought I had more time.