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FERNANDO SILPH
REGRET
POSTED ON Oct 7, 2018 13:09:06 GMT
that's not a no. there's a fine line to tread and he's never certain with them. to some it's teasing, others coaxing. but, among peers, consent is important. it's the trash that he doesn't care about. they're just living flesh-lights, toys-- yet, in one way, not so different. what fernando wants, he gets, a privilege he's known too long, secured by wealth, power, and an increasing lack of morals. and now? there's no bluff. she can read him by his biology.
"i like bitter."
a console spring out form the kitchen and into their room, this time corporeal. punctual, as always. the rotom has proved a solid investment. it dips between them with a practiced tact; here when needed, gone when not. as per command, the sound of a fresh shower pitters in the background. it's set to steam. just the way she likes it.
"ok cila, delivery male business casual outfit and female business casual outfit to lilycove suite."
the channel changes and fernando turns his head. the rest of him is left to dangle. eye candy for the loving, grotesque obnoxious for the weary. again, his attention is fickle, divided between his displays. a different channel provides a different source, perfect for hunting additional details.
"ok, fernando! i got that." a confirmation for his orders are met with disappointment in fennekin's reporting. it's the same old shit repackaged. "expected delivery seven forty five. would you like--"
"--thank you cila."
there's no need to order breakfast.
eyes turn to thalia, and, she's looking like quite the snack.
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