[Proximity does a number on Molly and he suddenly develops an acute understanding of all the smells in the area- Peter's, most importantly. It stands out against the backdrop of the underlying forest smells like a brightly painted sign- eyecatching and meant to make everything else look pale and paltry by comparison. Molly's stomach ties itself up in knots, and the part of him so accustomed to the feel of a good high says cheekily, Oh, you're high on something right now, my friend.
A little rude for the forest to slip him something without him having asked for it, but maybe he did in his own way. He has been feeling a bit too melancholy about the situation at hand. He could use this. He could use, dare he say it, more than this.
Idly, he pulls up one lanky leg and uses the toe of his left boot to start working the right boot off. It draws attention to the cut of his pants, the lean dancer's legs. If he's doing it on purpose, there's no indication on his serene, contented face.
He's testing the waters a bit. Molly does many things, but he doesn't chase and he doesn't pursue. He invites interest and always says yes when people decide they want to open those doors. There's a significant difference in being open to indulging and chasing down every warm body. He likes emotional connections, even with strangers, and he doesn't like using people.
He doesn't particularly like being used either, but that's kind of inevitable when you're always willing to say yes. Tieflings are exotic and curious things. A lot of people have gotten into his space claiming they've never fucked one and they'd like to try. It's always been fun, so it's not as if he minds that much.
Peter's probably one of the two types- genuine interest or curiosity- and the way this forest is affecting him means it's probably mutual. He'll figure out which in a moment.
For now, the boots have got to go. Once he works the first one off, he wiggles his bare toes and starts trying to push the other off, with marginally more difficulty. Bare feet are difficult to get traction with.]
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A little rude for the forest to slip him something without him having asked for it, but maybe he did in his own way. He has been feeling a bit too melancholy about the situation at hand. He could use this. He could use, dare he say it, more than this.
Idly, he pulls up one lanky leg and uses the toe of his left boot to start working the right boot off. It draws attention to the cut of his pants, the lean dancer's legs. If he's doing it on purpose, there's no indication on his serene, contented face.
He's testing the waters a bit. Molly does many things, but he doesn't chase and he doesn't pursue. He invites interest and always says yes when people decide they want to open those doors. There's a significant difference in being open to indulging and chasing down every warm body. He likes emotional connections, even with strangers, and he doesn't like using people.
He doesn't particularly like being used either, but that's kind of inevitable when you're always willing to say yes. Tieflings are exotic and curious things. A lot of people have gotten into his space claiming they've never fucked one and they'd like to try. It's always been fun, so it's not as if he minds that much.
Peter's probably one of the two types- genuine interest or curiosity- and the way this forest is affecting him means it's probably mutual. He'll figure out which in a moment.
For now, the boots have got to go. Once he works the first one off, he wiggles his bare toes and starts trying to push the other off, with marginally more difficulty. Bare feet are difficult to get traction with.]