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[surexpose]

Whom do I speak with regarding Moonblessings and issues with Moonblessings? Is there any Prismal that can fix it? The Knights? I demand an answer.

[He wants to speak to Prismatica's manager.]

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[surexpose]

{O-Oh...?}

[Sycamore, if you keep making him blush like that, he'll probably faint from all the blood flowing to his head...
It's not that it's something Joseph doesn't know. Perfect proportions, elegant limbs, artistic hands, hair that flows in graceful waves...

But, well, Joseph is rather weak to hearing it, too. And he's particularly weak now.]

[sycamour]

[It's one thing to to know it, but certainly another thing to hear it from someone else, isn't it? At least Sycamore will be able to stifle the soft laugh that threatened to escape, after that noise Joseph made; not that he was laughing at him, more at how cute he looks at the moment, but....

...well. He knows what it's like, dealing with a beautiful, arrogant Frenchman who obsesses over his appearance. Perhaps that's why he's so drawn to this one.]

{It is! So long, and I love the colour. It suits you. I hope you don't mind me playing with it.}

[surexpose]

{Not at all. Feel free, my friend.}

[He moves to untie the ribbon, finds that said ribbon is already undone and that his hands are useless to untie anything, besides, and simply settles instead, closing his eyes and leaning into Sycamore's hands instead.]

{It feels nice. Your hands are...nice.}

[sycamour]

[That reaction earns a smile, and Sycamore is happy to continue threading his fingers through Joseph's hair. He wasn't exaggerating the compliment - it really is lovely. He obviously takes care of it.]

{I'm glad.}

[He's quiet for a moment, keeping up those ministrations and taking in the rest of the room. Things had escalated so quickly, when he arrived, that he hasn't had a chance to admire the surroundings.]

{I do enjoy this part. You know, just lying around after sex, enjoying each other's company. Basking in the glow, as they say.}

[surexpose]

[He normally would not like not being in a bed at all, but he is nestled so comfortably against Sycamore that he finds he doesn't mind at all.]

{I do as well...I am glad.}

[He gives a little smile, which turns into a bit of a sneer as he remembers something--]

{Especially there are those who do not}.

[Like Yashiro. The man is like a restaurantgoer who inhales their food and scrambles out the door while still licking their fingers.]

[sycamour]

[Well, the smile was definitely cute, but the sneer clearly amuses Sycamore; he raises an eyebrow, a slight grin on his face.]

{With a reaction like that, I'm assuming that was a personal anecdote.}

[He'll keep up those gentle motions with Joseph's hair, though; if he going to get incensed - and Sycamore knows very well that he's the sort to - at least he should be able to calm him down.]

[surexpose]

{Mmm... A man here named Yashiro. Perhaps you know him? He absolutely loves to come mewling for sex, but once he's had his fill...}

[He actually makes a hmph noise, leaning into the hand. It's clear he'd not actually angry, he just likes to talk shit complain.]

[sycamour]

[It's fortunate that Joseph is busy with his hands, because it means Sycamore can hide the way his eyes just widened.]

I do happen to know Yashiro, yes. He's got quite the reputation.

[...

what did you do this time, Yashiro...]

I didn't realize you two knew each other! It's a small world, after all.