[ does it say more about iggy or more about this place that changing clothes multiple times a day is considered an activity? adam doesn't linger on the thought for very long; in his very limited time here so far, he's found that the manor is lacking in most places, only mildly interesting in others. iggy and all of his sweatshirts, though, is the most captivating thing he's come across by far.
adam looks down at iggy. he watches the way his tongue darts and swipes over his bottom lip, something subtle and sharp at the same time tugging at the back of his mind telling him to chase it. his interest in people as a whole is generally severely low, but something here feels compelling to him in a way that's both foreign and familiar.
when iggy tilts closer, when he leans in, adam doesn't shy away. instead, his hands shift, moving from iggy's shoulders to the sides of his neck, settling only when his fingertips touch at his nape with his thumbs tucked just behind his ears. he exhales, his eyes close partially.
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adam looks down at iggy. he watches the way his tongue darts and swipes over his bottom lip, something subtle and sharp at the same time tugging at the back of his mind telling him to chase it. his interest in people as a whole is generally severely low, but something here feels compelling to him in a way that's both foreign and familiar.
when iggy tilts closer, when he leans in, adam doesn't shy away. instead, his hands shift, moving from iggy's shoulders to the sides of his neck, settling only when his fingertips touch at his nape with his thumbs tucked just behind his ears. he exhales, his eyes close partially.
he meets him halfway. ]