[ the vampire turns his head to follow daeshim's wandering, cheeks heating up, though without much coloring to them. when the fae takes his hand, baein curls his fingers around it and the warmth of it. he doesn't really freeze, but sometimes the cold feels more like it comes from inside him than anything else. the heat of daeshim's hand is almost a little overwhelming.
baein represses a shiver that barely goes down his spine. ]
A game? What kind of game?
[ he looks between them, not entirely sure what to expect, but at this point he'll assume it's something possibly lewd. ]
no subject
baein represses a shiver that barely goes down his spine. ]
A game? What kind of game?
[ he looks between them, not entirely sure what to expect, but at this point he'll assume it's something possibly lewd. ]