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[feck]

[ It's unclear if he was trying to send this very nsfw image to someone specific (he was) or if it's meant to be viewed publicly (it's not), but when he notices... well, whatever. Yes, that's his dick, and no, he doesn't care. ]

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[affabel]

[Putting away the jacket and boots he probably should have used, trying to release nervous energy by busying his hands with anything that might have looked even an inch out of place. But he'd heard the door open, had started to walk out from the bedroom before Cain had spoken- and there's a moment of surprise spared for the food he'd actually picked up.

He did try, in his own way (sometimes... awful way), and despite lingering upset Abel did still always notice. It meant something. More than he probably outwardly showed.]

Are you okay?

[Cause all this had been a lot™ and maybe he could try some too.]

[feck]

[ Even if he had tried, he isn't going to hold the bag much longer. So, he sets it on the table and slowly peels himself out of his jacket, not quite bothered by the cold when it feels like he's going to burst into flame at any moment. He'd rather deal with Abel's moon cycle than his own; at least he hasn't had to suffer through any weird physical changes. Yet.

...he'd be seriously pissed if that ever happened. ]

Yeah. [ His answer is terse, but there's only so much fighting he can do when Abel just smells so — ] Are you?

[ If he hadn't stopped reading that post, he'll just delete it. Since that's what this is about. ]

[affabel]

[In contrast Abel was still bundled up and trying to retain any heat he could muster, a sweater over another shirt, something plain but thick and warm. Half from the previous genuine attempt to make himself leave and half simply just trying to cope with the sudden inclusion of weather again, the extended stint in temperature controlled ships making it more difficult to adjust than he would have thought.

Couldn't all be beefy colony boys, the amount of snow outside was kind of alarming.]

Things are looking up.

[That Cain had showed up despite the obvious difficulty he hadn't fully explained (hadn't been much time, really, when Abel couldn't hold on to a coherent thought long enough to question and, well, hindsight) already did a lot to soothe jealousy and worry. A start, anyway.

The food, too, little time wasted in digging around and pulling free a few fries, a pleased sort of approving hum offered. Even with all this futuristic tech there probably still wasn't a way to reheat them that didn't leave them disgusting so. Gotta go fast.]

You don't have to just sit around and watch me, seems like it kind of bothers you.

[Not offended, this time, words purposefully kept light. Time to belatedly research just what all exactly the moonblessings brought along with them.]