[ On the polar opposite end, Tomura's barely set foot in the Naked Yolk beyond a cursory exploration when he first arrived here. Nevertheless, it doesn't particularly fluster nor scandalize him, walking past the masks, the collars, the floggers decking out the lobby area, and onward to the hallways of the private rooms. More than anything, the air he gives off is unimpressed, bored and completely uninterested in the bells and whistles of human depravity brazenly on display.
The room Cyram's selected for them is met with the same reaction once he lets himself in. His eyes skate over the sex furniture like it's nothing more than your average IKIA desk, and he ends up more or less skimming over Cy as well, apart from brief recognition that the man is here. Then his eyes land on the array of rope spread out on the bed, and there his gaze finally lingers, considers the items in front of him.
Six hours, huh? To him, it sounds like plenty of time. ]
What kind of knots? [ He finally turns towards Cy now, after approaching the bed and leaning a hip against the metal support. ] Like for hostages, I guess.
[ He shrugs, careless. Might as well speak frankly. ]
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Date: 2024-08-03 07:09 pm (UTC)The room Cyram's selected for them is met with the same reaction once he lets himself in. His eyes skate over the sex furniture like it's nothing more than your average IKIA desk, and he ends up more or less skimming over Cy as well, apart from brief recognition that the man is here. Then his eyes land on the array of rope spread out on the bed, and there his gaze finally lingers, considers the items in front of him.
Six hours, huh? To him, it sounds like plenty of time. ]
What kind of knots? [ He finally turns towards Cy now, after approaching the bed and leaning a hip against the metal support. ] Like for hostages, I guess.
[ He shrugs, careless. Might as well speak frankly. ]