[the look in his eyes tells her everything she needs to know. that isn't the look of someone who's satisfied, who has had their fill in a comfortable dreamland and can easily be swayed back into their subconscious. he talks about eating as a broad type of consumption. realizing that he wants her to be his meal too, coyo nods. she understands his hunger.]
Hmm.
[allowing his touch. for now. she nearly pipes that she could have him eating plenty of food in a dream, but people aren't often satiated with imaginary banquets.]
Very well, thank you. [lips form a small pout as she tries to determine what to do with him. he shouldn't be this cognizant.] Can I continue, then?
[closing the distance between them before he can answer, coyo presses her lips to his to test the waters as if she hadn't been draining him seconds earlier.]
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Hmm.
[allowing his touch. for now. she nearly pipes that she could have him eating plenty of food in a dream, but people aren't often satiated with imaginary banquets.]
Very well, thank you. [lips form a small pout as she tries to determine what to do with him. he shouldn't be this cognizant.] Can I continue, then?
[closing the distance between them before he can answer, coyo presses her lips to his to test the waters as if she hadn't been draining him seconds earlier.]