Ah—I see. No, no, that's my fault. I misunderstood.
[ far be it from tseng to invade olivine's privacy that way. looking into someone's belongings can be very intimate, after all, and tseng doesn't want to put olivine in an awkward position. he leans against the edge of the dresser instead, watching as olivine undresses and redresses, his gaze appreciative as it traces exposed skin.
tseng has seen olivine nude enough by now to have his body nearly memorized, but he still enjoys getting to watch olivine remove his clothes. sort of like a work of art being unveiled, the revelation is breathtaking—a potent reminder of just how lovely olivine is.
once he's redressed in the first outfit, tseng straightens up and moves over to assist with the last of the buttoning and buckling. ]
These are fun, [ he says, touching the gossamer-thin fabric of the winglike shapes attached to his shoulders. ] You look like a bird or a butterfly. Was that the intention?
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[ far be it from tseng to invade olivine's privacy that way. looking into someone's belongings can be very intimate, after all, and tseng doesn't want to put olivine in an awkward position. he leans against the edge of the dresser instead, watching as olivine undresses and redresses, his gaze appreciative as it traces exposed skin.
tseng has seen olivine nude enough by now to have his body nearly memorized, but he still enjoys getting to watch olivine remove his clothes. sort of like a work of art being unveiled, the revelation is breathtaking—a potent reminder of just how lovely olivine is.
once he's redressed in the first outfit, tseng straightens up and moves over to assist with the last of the buttoning and buckling. ]
These are fun, [ he says, touching the gossamer-thin fabric of the winglike shapes attached to his shoulders. ] You look like a bird or a butterfly. Was that the intention?