[He does wonder what Ramuda's breaking point is. In his travels, Lobelia has met all sortsβ those who tangle with beasts, those who yearn for their bite but quail when fangs find their neck. Where does Ramuda fall on that sliding scale? What would push him over that edge?
Well, they've got some time to find out. Breaking skin and bone is hardly romantic, though, so Lobelia refrains for the evening. Tonight, his kisses are soft and sweet in all the ways Lobelia decidedly isn't. He presses another to Ramuda's lips before settling back in his seat.]
It ought to, mon cher. You're asking for trouble, vous savez? I can't in good conscience encourage you... nor can I really stop you. If nothing else, spare some mind for your own safety, oui?
[ what a sweet kiss! ramuda is all smiles when lobelia pulls back, seemingly happy and content. he'll take another sip of his drink, finishing it off this time. ]
I know how I act and I know how I look [ he knows more than anybody else how tiny and pink and adorable he is, how people just wanna eat him up- ] but don't underestimate me β.
[ brightly as always, but there's a hint of sharpness to it. ]
Besides, I already agreed to play. I don't do take-backs, so stop trying to change my mind~.
Mon dieu... You do intend to keep me on my toes, don't you? I have no right to complain.
[And he wouldn't if he could. Lobelia may be accustomed to solitude, may never quite grasp what Ramuda sees in him that makes him worth lingering near, but some questions simply resist answers. Why anyone would take a shining to him is one of them.
He chuckles, finishes his drink, and sets the glass aside with a soft clink.]
Fair enough, mon cher. We'll play. Just remember... should you stumble and break a bone chasing me, I am no doctor. I excel at breaking things, not putting them back together.
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Well, they've got some time to find out. Breaking skin and bone is hardly romantic, though, so Lobelia refrains for the evening. Tonight, his kisses are soft and sweet in all the ways Lobelia decidedly isn't. He presses another to Ramuda's lips before settling back in his seat.]
It ought to, mon cher. You're asking for trouble, vous savez? I can't in good conscience encourage you... nor can I really stop you. If nothing else, spare some mind for your own safety, oui?
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I know how I act and I know how I look [ he knows more than anybody else how tiny and pink and adorable he is, how people just wanna eat him up- ] but don't underestimate me β.
[ brightly as always, but there's a hint of sharpness to it. ]
Besides, I already agreed to play. I don't do take-backs, so stop trying to change my mind~.
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[And he wouldn't if he could. Lobelia may be accustomed to solitude, may never quite grasp what Ramuda sees in him that makes him worth lingering near, but some questions simply resist answers. Why anyone would take a shining to him is one of them.
He chuckles, finishes his drink, and sets the glass aside with a soft clink.]
Fair enough, mon cher. We'll play. Just remember... should you stumble and break a bone chasing me, I am no doctor. I excel at breaking things, not putting them back together.
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I have a specialty too, you know. You'll just have to wait and see what it is β.