[ there's genuine apology in that, whether murphy means to be expressing it or not, now more than drunk - feeling wobbly and dizzy. maybe moving wasn't a great idea, but kavinsky's arm is warm around him, and there's that stupid butterflies in his stomach feeling going on, this weird sort of excitement that hums in his head when he spends time with him. a thing that only ramps up in intensity when kavinsky's suddenly asking if he wants him to suck his dick. there's a deer in the headlights look that pulls over his face, feeling a kind of whiplash in the tone of them. he can never keep up with k. ]
What, like now? Here?
[ in the convention center, he means, but yeah, okay, he's not going to turn him down for it. his lips twitch, then pull into a grin, tossing his own ice cream out. ] Yeah, sure. If you want.
[ whipping back around, he nearly runs straight into another con goer, and for a split second, it looks like ronan had just magically appeared, apparently summoned by the mere suggestion that he let kavinsky anywhere near his dick. but, after a hard couple of blinks, it's just some normal, tall kid, staring at murphy like he's losing it. uh. okay, weird. ] Think I drank too much...
[ either way, he lets kavinsky steer him wherever he's planning on taking care of this. ]
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[ there's genuine apology in that, whether murphy means to be expressing it or not, now more than drunk - feeling wobbly and dizzy. maybe moving wasn't a great idea, but kavinsky's arm is warm around him, and there's that stupid butterflies in his stomach feeling going on, this weird sort of excitement that hums in his head when he spends time with him. a thing that only ramps up in intensity when kavinsky's suddenly asking if he wants him to suck his dick. there's a deer in the headlights look that pulls over his face, feeling a kind of whiplash in the tone of them. he can never keep up with k. ]
What, like now? Here?
[ in the convention center, he means, but yeah, okay, he's not going to turn him down for it. his lips twitch, then pull into a grin, tossing his own ice cream out. ] Yeah, sure. If you want.
[ whipping back around, he nearly runs straight into another con goer, and for a split second, it looks like ronan had just magically appeared, apparently summoned by the mere suggestion that he let kavinsky anywhere near his dick. but, after a hard couple of blinks, it's just some normal, tall kid, staring at murphy like he's losing it. uh. okay, weird. ] Think I drank too much...
[ either way, he lets kavinsky steer him wherever he's planning on taking care of this. ]