[Peter's eyes track the long arch of Molly's body as he stretches. He doesn't have any particular issue with continuing to stare. It's a bit mesmerizing. And those tattoos are fascinating. Peter's fingers flex against the sudden desire to touch them.
...Hm. Well. That's an urge that isn't necessarily surprising to him. Except in its sudden strength.
Still. Of all the possible urges, this one is less objectionable.]
A little relaxation sounds just right.
[...Which is where this forest does make Peter faintly antsy. Not that he would ever admit it. Still, it's in the back of his mind.
The back, currently. Molly is in the forefront. He makes his way closer, abandoning his jacket nearby to lay down in the grass next to the tiefling on his back. It's cool against his skin and provides a temporary stop-gap for the way it tingles. Peter lets out a low, pleased hum, and then turns on his side to look over at Molly with a smile.]
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...Hm. Well. That's an urge that isn't necessarily surprising to him. Except in its sudden strength.
Still. Of all the possible urges, this one is less objectionable.]
A little relaxation sounds just right.
[...Which is where this forest does make Peter faintly antsy. Not that he would ever admit it. Still, it's in the back of his mind.
The back, currently. Molly is in the forefront. He makes his way closer, abandoning his jacket nearby to lay down in the grass next to the tiefling on his back. It's cool against his skin and provides a temporary stop-gap for the way it tingles. Peter lets out a low, pleased hum, and then turns on his side to look over at Molly with a smile.]