in cosmo’s defense, he hadn’t specifically set his aim on this fella, specifically, before he whipped up a speech and dropped to his knees. he hits soft enough that he slides, then hard enough to halt himself that he’s sure to bruise along the opposite leg. (since when’d they start waxing, anyhow?)
‘ i offer myself to you, all of me, ’ he begins, loud and affected and without context. after a haphazard glance around the room, a quick count of viewers, he picks back up. ‘ my heart. ’ a thump of the chest. ‘ my lips. my legs. my calves. ’
he presses his hands together at the little fingers, presents his palms to the man above him, and shakes his head with shakespearean-grade dramatic proficiency. ‘ do what you will. my love endures. ’
@jeebys, call.
