🌊 le déluge

[familycrest]

● WHO: trevor belmont (familycrest), bobbi morse (covertness) + various
● WHAT: june catch all + event
● WHEN: june
● WHERE: all over
● WARNINGS: sex, aphro, love darts, possibly consentacles, cuddles, will add more as needed

[ fake cut is fake, starters in the comments. hit me up @ abiosis / tona#8599 or via plotting comment if you'd like to do anything with trevor and/or bobbi! ]

Comments

[covertness]

[ he hands her the pack of rations and she takes it with a quick thanks, unwrapping it and inspecting whatever's inside. ]

I'd offer you a towel, but I don't have any.

[ it really leaves a lot to be desired, little more than walls and a roof. at least there's a bed in one corner, blankets piled high on it in lieu of a mattress.

she could offer him one of those. maybe she will, if he's still dripping in a minute. ah, hell - ] Do you want a blanket instead?

[conjobs]

It's alright, it's alright. [He didn't expect her to have a towel or anything. You'd think for a machine capable of dragging people from all over into one dilapidated city, it could have given a few minutes' warning to quickly throw together an overnighter at least.]

I'll just take this off, if you don't mind. [His shirt will be able to stay a lot drier if his hair isn't dripping all over it. He doesn't quite wait for her permission as he tugs his loose tie completely off and untucks his shirt, unbuttoning it from the top down. Hey it's a free show while she eats. He wasn't expecting any complaints.]