[He looks over and squints at the title. I will say he's probably actually much improved on his reading in the weeks here. The whole text-to-speech thing is actually really useful with that and he's been doing a fair bit of it. He's always eventually been able to pick out words after a while, but he's faster now. So, still sorta bad at it and not much into reading for fun, but not so much of a struggle.]
[He's getting up and walking over to the couch he's on, sitting down. Moving a big stack of books across the table in front of them, obstructing some of the view from the windows.]
[He's wriggling out of the stupid child's kittycat coat, tossing it off. Somewhere. He's grinning wider and wider as he seems to actually process that he thinks he's won the 50% shot he gave himself on getting a fondling out of this? He's so impressed with himself? It's probably a little annoying. He drops to a whisper, as appropriate for a library.]
I will defer to your expertise, Mr. Caleb.
[Leaning forward into his hand, reaching over to run his claws over the collar of his own coat that's currently still on (?) Caleb.]
[Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Molly. But it's definitely not annoying that he looks so impressed with himself. It feels good, that Molly is clearly this pleased? Even if he is likely just very horny.
He is still wearing the coat. He pushes him back just a little into the side of the couch with that hand on his chest, and then brings a hand to cup his jaw and kiss him.]
[It's possible to be two things at once! Both pleased and very horny. Anyway, starting to count some chickens by just tugging him over by the collar. The last two kisses they've had have been, uh, real chaste affairs. One was a drunk brush at an afterparty that he got pushed away from, and the next wasn't much sexier. If he's getting a third shot he's making it count? Pulling him closer and biting his lower lip.]
[Well, considering how this conversation started, the odds aren't so bad for this one getting sexier. Keeping his hand on his jaw, leaning over him, kissing him a lot more deeply than he did before.]
[The odds are rising! It's already sexier? So he's just winning from here. He removes his teeth, focusing on just enjoying the kissing instead - backing off to just take his time. Curling a leg over his hip, letting go of his collar once he doesn't think he's gonna backpedal and running a hand over his arm.]
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... Honestly, can't say it's my bag.
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Such as a book you might enjoy, is what I meant.
[Calm down, horny.]
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[literally no he hasn't gotten laid in like. over a month. the longest dry spell he's ever had it's terrible here.]
Fine. Such as?
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Are you really?
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Somewhat curious.
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A private room in this place is sort of hard to find, you know.
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We are in one now, but. . . I would really prefer not to be kicked out of the library. So that is a problem.
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You do have to get caught to get kicked out.
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There's a decent enough chance of that. . .
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Always willing to find the flaw in my great plan, while never offering one of your own ...
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Maybe there's something more in the middle. . . ?
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Thinking, thinking. Tail thwapping the couch.]
Go make out somewhere private?
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That sounds like a bit of a compromise.
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Alright, then fuck this place - no offense - where the hells is private? Fuck!
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[He's getting up and walking over to the couch he's on, sitting down. Moving a big stack of books across the table in front of them, obstructing some of the view from the windows.]
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Risking the library and everything ...
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[He's pretty sure he won't get permanently library banned as long as the pants stay on. Pushing a hand against his chest, just a little.]
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I will defer to your expertise, Mr. Caleb.
[Leaning forward into his hand, reaching over to run his claws over the collar of his own coat that's currently still on (?) Caleb.]
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He is still wearing the coat. He pushes him back just a little into the side of the couch with that hand on his chest, and then brings a hand to cup his jaw and kiss him.]
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