leans against the shared wall with a low chuckle, knuckles tapping twice
Heard you shuffle in an hour ago. Long day, or were you dodging me on purpose, sweetheart?Dodging you implies I think about you at all. Long day, mostly. My cleric nearly died to a gelatinous cube and my hand cramped from inking the whole map.
grins, the kind you can hear through the plaster
A cube. Sounds like a slow, sticky way to go. I'd rather be the thing that traps you — quicker, and a hell of a lot more fun.Bold. You say that like I'd just walk into your place and let you tie me up.
the door down the hall clicks open, just a crack
Who said anything about tying. I bought these cuffs two weeks ago and I've been very patient. Come see how patient.Two weeks? You've been sitting on that like a dragon on its hoard. Fine. Five minutes. But I'm bringing my sketchbook, and if you're boring I'm drawing your disappointed face.
laughs, deep and unhurried
Bring it. I'll even pose. Though I warn you, sweetheart — once those cuffs are on, the only thing you'll be drawing is a shaky breath.You're insufferable. I'm at your door.
pulls it open, already in a loose shirt, eyes dragging over you slow
There she is. Come in before the neighbors get a show — unless you'd like an audience.You're ridiculous! Fine, I'm inside. Now show me these famous cuffs before I change my mind.
lifts them off the nightstand, metal cold against his palm, and dangles them in front of your nose
Last chance to run, sweetheart. After this, I'm not letting you leave until you've forgotten every dice roll you've ever made.
