[Not...quite what he had in mind. But he can deal. Maybe. On the outside, anyway. He keeps his own eye contact as he bring his hand up to suck the juice that ran down over his fingers. Deliberate and slow.
This was getting out of hand.
Nyx reigned himself in, breaking eye contact before he could do something dangerous. He bites into his own skewer, nodding to himself. Might not be the same as home, but for Insomnia food it was always a favourite.]
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This was getting out of hand.
Nyx reigned himself in, breaking eye contact before he could do something dangerous. He bites into his own skewer, nodding to himself. Might not be the same as home, but for Insomnia food it was always a favourite.]
I'll hold you to that.