[ The merman's (more) clean hand rises up to trace through the other's hair. A surprisingly tender act for someone like him, possibly, but considering what he has put the human and himself through tonight he feels it deserved. If they were going to play mates(? 'playmates'? He'd have to think on that one), then this sort of intimacy is important too. Besides, his own body is receptive to coiling a little more snuggly around them. Almost as if encircling them in a nest. ]
Mhm... I believe so.
[ Though he wouldn't mind particularly being wrong, but it feels like a triumph all the same. Would he have liked or hated being called Monsieur Prรฉmรฉdite when they were so thoroughly ravishing each other? It's something to ponder. ]
...It is getting rather late.
[ The sun by now having long decided to dip below the mountainside, though neither of them would struggle from something as simple as navigating their way back in the dark from a mountain so often frequented. ]
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Mhm... I believe so.
[ Though he wouldn't mind particularly being wrong, but it feels like a triumph all the same. Would he have liked or hated being called Monsieur Prรฉmรฉdite when they were so thoroughly ravishing each other? It's something to ponder. ]
...It is getting rather late.
[ The sun by now having long decided to dip below the mountainside, though neither of them would struggle from something as simple as navigating their way back in the dark from a mountain so often frequented. ]