[ Tim Laughlin does not feel normal. He's hot under the collar for no reason that he can make out, the fist full of candy he'd eaten not registering as an aphrodisiac, the source of the gnawing need in him. Because that would be insane, and despite werewolves and vampires and zombies and every other awful thing in this place that God ought to strike down, he has to believe that there is still some semblance of decency around here.
It's just not in him, evidently. He's so hot and aching that he half expects the cross on his necklace to burn his skin and brand him as a shameless sinner. ]
Um. Thank you.
[ Clipped, short words, as his blood rushes and desire tears through him. He does need the place to sit, so he takes it, if just to pull out his phone and text someone that he knows and trusts so he can get whatever this is out of his system. But he hesitates, his eyes landing on the stranger and staying there a moment too long. Control yourself. ]
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I'm... [ Mortified, a little scared, so horny he'd probably collapse if anyone were to touch him. ] I'm not feeling well.
cupids.
It's just not in him, evidently. He's so hot and aching that he half expects the cross on his necklace to burn his skin and brand him as a shameless sinner. ]
Um. Thank you.
[ Clipped, short words, as his blood rushes and desire tears through him. He does need the place to sit, so he takes it, if just to pull out his phone and text someone that he knows and trusts so he can get whatever this is out of his system. But he hesitates, his eyes landing on the stranger and staying there a moment too long. Control yourself. ]
Sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I'm... [ Mortified, a little scared, so horny he'd probably collapse if anyone were to touch him. ] I'm not feeling well.