[ Sebastian just curious what his dick looks like I mean— ]
Ah, I understand completely! I am prone to the same sort of bad habit, though I suppose with as busy as I like to keep myself, it also at least requires constantly rotating focuses to finish them all.
[ Sebastian laughs warmly, both at a shared love of work and just a touch of simple, genuine fondness as Bondrewd picks up Farnese. It’s for the cat and not the man, of course, but. With the connection of Stargazers, it’s still a notable difference in the cool, dark calm that is usually Sebastian’s mind.
In the kitchen, Sebastian heads back to the counter and reaches into a nearby pot to flour the surface before he takes out some dough that’s sitting in a bowl and starts to roll it out. He’ll save the explanation of the dinner itself for when it’s all done, since he doesn’t mind indulging Bondrewd’s curiosity about his own side of things for now. ]
If you would think it strange to dine alone, I do not mind, but in truth, all of the food that I make tastes incredibly foul to me. Taste is not a sense I have perfected, though truthfully, I do not wish to. There is something to be said for retaining what is truly my sense of it.
[ Plus, he just likes the irony. Considering his love of incredibly gourmet cooking, it’s definitely funny that he would prefer not to eat even a bite. ]
My form is something I am able to shape completely as I wish. I take a human one because it is most convenient, and this particular appearance is simple the one I have figured out over the centuries as… Hm, let us call it the most “efficient”, essentially. [ Not in any mechanical way, though. He’s slyly referring to his truly unnatural beauty. ] So, I would not be opposed if you would like a sample, actually. I would find the results somewhat interesting myself, as all of the biology that makes me up is not strictly necessary. I breathe and haver a beating hard because it would be strange not to, not for any need.
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Ah, I understand completely! I am prone to the same sort of bad habit, though I suppose with as busy as I like to keep myself, it also at least requires constantly rotating focuses to finish them all.
[ Sebastian laughs warmly, both at a shared love of work and just a touch of simple, genuine fondness as Bondrewd picks up Farnese. It’s for the cat and not the man, of course, but. With the connection of Stargazers, it’s still a notable difference in the cool, dark calm that is usually Sebastian’s mind.
In the kitchen, Sebastian heads back to the counter and reaches into a nearby pot to flour the surface before he takes out some dough that’s sitting in a bowl and starts to roll it out. He’ll save the explanation of the dinner itself for when it’s all done, since he doesn’t mind indulging Bondrewd’s curiosity about his own side of things for now. ]
If you would think it strange to dine alone, I do not mind, but in truth, all of the food that I make tastes incredibly foul to me. Taste is not a sense I have perfected, though truthfully, I do not wish to. There is something to be said for retaining what is truly my sense of it.
[ Plus, he just likes the irony. Considering his love of incredibly gourmet cooking, it’s definitely funny that he would prefer not to eat even a bite. ]
My form is something I am able to shape completely as I wish. I take a human one because it is most convenient, and this particular appearance is simple the one I have figured out over the centuries as… Hm, let us call it the most “efficient”, essentially. [ Not in any mechanical way, though. He’s slyly referring to his truly unnatural beauty. ] So, I would not be opposed if you would like a sample, actually. I would find the results somewhat interesting myself, as all of the biology that makes me up is not strictly necessary. I breathe and haver a beating hard because it would be strange not to, not for any need.