Not at all. It only makes it a little easier to move forward swiftly, and less exhausting in the long run.
[there's really nothing worse than dealing with a bunch of people who are squabbling, even when they're working together. still, they don't really correct anything; there doesn't seem much point.]
Ah, but I never said you were being aggressive. [a huff of laughter, the shake of their head.] I said that I was less apt to lean into the aggression I myself suggested. [they rather thought they were clear on it, but communication is a difficulty. as to control... well, in the ways that matter, they're not dissimilar to one another.]
A challenge to get you to act how you want... hm. [hm. it's harder to take that challenge right now, sitting under him and with their scalp pleasantly tingling from all the attention to their hair.] Well, I suppose there's no rush either way. May as well just start and see where things go, no?
[they suppose. and, uncomfortable seat be damned, they finally give in to the instinct to lean in, fingers pulled just out of the way to brush his lips, provided he has no other plans.]
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Not at all. It only makes it a little easier to move forward swiftly, and less exhausting in the long run.
[there's really nothing worse than dealing with a bunch of people who are squabbling, even when they're working together. still, they don't really correct anything; there doesn't seem much point.]
Ah, but I never said you were being aggressive. [a huff of laughter, the shake of their head.] I said that I was less apt to lean into the aggression I myself suggested. [they rather thought they were clear on it, but communication is a difficulty. as to control... well, in the ways that matter, they're not dissimilar to one another.]
A challenge to get you to act how you want... hm. [hm. it's harder to take that challenge right now, sitting under him and with their scalp pleasantly tingling from all the attention to their hair.] Well, I suppose there's no rush either way. May as well just start and see where things go, no?
[they suppose. and, uncomfortable seat be damned, they finally give in to the instinct to lean in, fingers pulled just out of the way to brush his lips, provided he has no other plans.]