( arms remain at his sides as he follows to the bedroom and he feels some sort of way β some sort of anxiety for one reason or another that he tries his best to ignore it. standing there, if he had breath to suck in, he would when those teeth ghost along his neck. taking a moment to swallow, he nods. slow. )
no subject
Yeah. I meanβ the wrist.
( keep it simple, first. )
I don't want to make a mess.
( get the sheets or kol's clothes all bloody. )