Set opens the door between them, without fanfare or flirtation. There are no fingers carding into the small hairs at the nape of Gen's neck, no arms that encircle his waist or playful, nigh-psychotic edge to his voice. There is no sunny warmth to stretch out within, no scent of sand and the innate something about Set that tends to smell like what others enjoy. He is simply a hollow shape, focused like a thinly-strung hound on only one thought, one end to this situation.
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Set opens the door between them, without fanfare or flirtation. There are no fingers carding into the small hairs at the nape of Gen's neck, no arms that encircle his waist or playful, nigh-psychotic edge to his voice. There is no sunny warmth to stretch out within, no scent of sand and the innate something about Set that tends to smell like what others enjoy. He is simply a hollow shape, focused like a thinly-strung hound on only one thought, one end to this situation.
Anything that he has to do, he will do it. ]
Where are you.