‘ is it my fault? it’s my fault. it’s always my fault. ’
GROWLING SUGGESTION MEME // OPEN
A small sigh could be heard from the bathroom followed by a flushing of a toilet. Out came Robert, zipping up his jeans, still missing a shirt and circling the bed where Lucius sits like a hyena circles a struggling antelope. Unsure whether to pounce or keep away ; unsure whether this might be his last meal for a while or just part of the scenery. But contrary to Maple Bay’s beliefs, Robert Small WASN’T a predator. ❝ We’re two consenting adults. I think it’s OUR fault. ❞ He kept his distance not to observe weak spots but to protect his own from his guest. There was a moment of silence as Robert eyed Lucius, examining the skin unhidden by his bedsheets which he had left some marks upon last night. He tilted his head. He always enjoyed dragging his teeth over his partners’ flesh, but whenever morning came, Robert felt as if he couldn’t be held RESPONSIBLE for any of the reddish circles lingering over all those necks and thighs. Brown eyes finally blinked. It had always been difficult to guess what went through Robert’s head. His face seemed to be locked tightly, containing emotions behind a shut door no one was ever able to open. He finally bent over to grab a shirt. ❝ Your pants are in the bathroom. I need to be somewhere. Just make sure you shut the door properly when you leave, ‘ight? ❞
