a summoning from @nekoagent: ❛ are you wearing my shirt? ❜ / subtle smut starters
she is full, deliciously so, as anyone would be after a night feasting and she hums softly, relaxing into the quiet of daybreak as she sinks back into the leather couch. a cigarette perched between her lips as the tendrils of smoke drift into the air.
there’s a moment of pure silence before it is broken by the tapping of feet and a certain miqo’te’s voice, ❝ are you wearing my shirt ? ❞
❝ observant one, aren’t you ? ❞ she cannot help but snicker, tilting her face upwards to look at getzel’a — noting the exhaustion writ upon his features, likely from her draining him — while she takes another inhale of the cigarette before plucking it between her fingers and stubbing it out in the ashtray nearby. ❝ you’re awake much earlier than expected, but yes, i am. is that going to be a problem ? ❞
