[there's an inch of power play that he's able to take advantage of here, so he does just that. he plays obedience well, pushes himself from the countertop and grabs one large, fluffy towel to bring to Theo.
he closes the distance between them, hardly stands an inch away. the only thing keeping them from touching is the towel that August holds in his hand, right between their chests. his knuckles graze against wet skin and he looks up at him with an inscrutable smile.]
I meant, how old are you really.
[if Theo tries to take the towel, his grip on it will tighten. lowering his voice to a whisper,]
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he closes the distance between them, hardly stands an inch away. the only thing keeping them from touching is the towel that August holds in his hand, right between their chests. his knuckles graze against wet skin and he looks up at him with an inscrutable smile.]
I meant, how old are you really.
[if Theo tries to take the towel, his grip on it will tighten. lowering his voice to a whisper,]
Or do you not know?