You have no appreciation for theatrical transitions.
[He remarks, feeling some kind of way about being led along - glancing back as if to say farewell to his sheet, but it's fine. He glamours up a pair of grey sweats to (mostly) cover his dick, trailing behind Oliver like it's second nature to be led along by the hand. It's got his heart in some kind of a squeeze, but he's biting the inner side of his cheek to relieve himself of any stupid doki dokis.]
I'm Theo, by the way. You can call me Teddie, too.
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[He remarks, feeling some kind of way about being led along - glancing back as if to say farewell to his sheet, but it's fine. He glamours up a pair of grey sweats to (mostly) cover his dick, trailing behind Oliver like it's second nature to be led along by the hand. It's got his heart in some kind of a squeeze, but he's biting the inner side of his cheek to relieve himself of any stupid doki dokis.]
I'm Theo, by the way. You can call me Teddie, too.