[ His hand stills for a moment, resting in the middle of Wrio's chest as his brow knits together. This sure feels like a weird inverse of what was expected from whatever game they'd been shuffled into. Not that he's complaining much about not being shoved into a room with someone making crude and demeaning demands, but he's not sure what to do with the man underneath him right now.
A few seconds pass with Broca sitting like that, before he jerks his hand the rest of the way up shoving Wriothesley's scrunched top up to his chin. ]
We'll do half and half then.
[ The compromise seems fair enough to him. He leans back a bit, giving the man under him room to sit up so they can at least get the shirt off of him. ]
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A few seconds pass with Broca sitting like that, before he jerks his hand the rest of the way up shoving Wriothesley's scrunched top up to his chin. ]
We'll do half and half then.
[ The compromise seems fair enough to him. He leans back a bit, giving the man under him room to sit up so they can at least get the shirt off of him. ]