[It's hard not to watch him- often is, when they're together, but in this specific moment even more so, while he waits to see how Choso reacts. And there, the first hint of a smile that warms him, starting in his chest and spilling over, overflowing with affection and fond satisfaction. Palamedes likes all of Choso's different smiles, and this one is no exception; the cat that got the cream, pleased with himself, and Palamedes is pleased with himself in turn for being the one to put it there.
He huffs, amused, human hand raised to splay fingers over the back of Choso's neck as he leans in closer. A firm hand on his waist, when is it overwhelming, oh, he's got moves, has he.]
Yes, absolutely. [Wry, but not untrue; Palamedes doesn't lie, after all. He inches toward Choso, letting their legs bump and overlap a bit, the tentacles that have since claimed his other hand giving it a squeeze, for the teasing.] Definitely worth trying again.
[And he leans in to be overwhelmed, kissing him once, twice as swift, short things, no less fond. They've got a bit going, and he can't refuse a bit, so after the second kiss he hums, not pulling away.]
Interesting, [he says, in the 'my hypothesis was not in error' voice that all studious necromancers possess. Not that this makes him terribly smooth, because the next thing he says is an earnest,] My pulse is going haywire. Good thing.
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He huffs, amused, human hand raised to splay fingers over the back of Choso's neck as he leans in closer. A firm hand on his waist, when is it overwhelming, oh, he's got moves, has he.]
Yes, absolutely. [Wry, but not untrue; Palamedes doesn't lie, after all. He inches toward Choso, letting their legs bump and overlap a bit, the tentacles that have since claimed his other hand giving it a squeeze, for the teasing.] Definitely worth trying again.
[And he leans in to be overwhelmed, kissing him once, twice as swift, short things, no less fond. They've got a bit going, and he can't refuse a bit, so after the second kiss he hums, not pulling away.]
Interesting, [he says, in the 'my hypothesis was not in error' voice that all studious necromancers possess. Not that this makes him terribly smooth, because the next thing he says is an earnest,] My pulse is going haywire. Good thing.