[What a nice sound that is, a key turning in the lock and he doesn't even have to get up and fuck with the door. If he were a wolf right now, his tail probably would've wagged and thumped at the sound of it, and he can't really decide if that would've been better or worse.
As it is, he's lying down on the couch when Adrian arrives, one leg dangling off the far armrest and the other foot on the carpeted floor, hat discarded for once so that it doesn't get caught between the pillow and his sleek curving horns.]
Hot.
[That's not a very Sanguis thing to say, which is probably intentional. It's also true, though; his scales are warm to the touch instead of cool, scattered across his skin.]
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As it is, he's lying down on the couch when Adrian arrives, one leg dangling off the far armrest and the other foot on the carpeted floor, hat discarded for once so that it doesn't get caught between the pillow and his sleek curving horns.]
Hot.
[That's not a very Sanguis thing to say, which is probably intentional. It's also true, though; his scales are warm to the touch instead of cool, scattered across his skin.]
Better now that you're here.