[ oh, he does feel it push against him - and it's not as if the design of his choice in wardrobe does much to hide the swell of his own. there's another deep chuckle in response, and hm. some part of him wants to go at it with nero right here and now, but the sharper part of his brain seems to be working still, somehow. yet he is reminded of something - ]
[ nero might feel a slight chill enter his mouth, perhaps a brief taste of frost. the fingertips he slips between the folds of nero's outfit crust with a thin sheen of ice, lightly skating against his waistline. he can imagines that could be startling, yet also, in the a similar vein, has it appreciated. ]
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[ nero might feel a slight chill enter his mouth, perhaps a brief taste of frost. the fingertips he slips between the folds of nero's outfit crust with a thin sheen of ice, lightly skating against his waistline. he can imagines that could be startling, yet also, in the a similar vein, has it appreciated. ]
[ hooray for experimenting! ]