Loxley sits back and lifts his chin to assist in the inspection. There's no pin to denote his division, but there Riftwatch cloak pin is on display, shiny where it fastens his cape beneath the collar. "I expect for all of it to wind up in my clothing trunk and locked away for almost always, fine as it is."
His usual colours range warmer, even before he had to compensate for so much grey and silver. "I think serah Bastien might've been onto something. I'm not sure I could say 'no' to you for very much at all," and he is laying it on, mischief indicative in tone, eyes.
"Then I'll have to reconsider my demands," Derrica says, very serious but for the smile working it's way onto her face. She straightens from her lean for just a moment, before insinuating herself into his lap.
Having settled, fingers nudging beneath leather strap and buckle, beneath buttons, to lay over his heart, Derrica tells him, "I promised Bastien three bottles of wine to abandon you to my whims."
Is she released from obligation to deliver, if she doesn't press Loxley into giving her any clues?
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Loxley sits back and lifts his chin to assist in the inspection. There's no pin to denote his division, but there Riftwatch cloak pin is on display, shiny where it fastens his cape beneath the collar. "I expect for all of it to wind up in my clothing trunk and locked away for almost always, fine as it is."
His usual colours range warmer, even before he had to compensate for so much grey and silver. "I think serah Bastien might've been onto something. I'm not sure I could say 'no' to you for very much at all," and he is laying it on, mischief indicative in tone, eyes.
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Having settled, fingers nudging beneath leather strap and buckle, beneath buttons, to lay over his heart, Derrica tells him, "I promised Bastien three bottles of wine to abandon you to my whims."
Is she released from obligation to deliver, if she doesn't press Loxley into giving her any clues?