NIKOLAS AVIS IS A SCOUNDREL

[havesomedecency]

[This evening we have an illustrious member of Hearts making his way up to a certain floor in Clubs on a purported promise of a game of chess. He's no more or less grumpy looking than usual as he knocks on the door to the dorm room, politely waiting for a reply.]

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[oneinfive]

I was laughing at myself! I didn't even think about.

[he nods down at Elliot's hips.]

. . . It really is weird after, isn't it?

[havesomedecency]

It's—certainly quite strange . . .

[oneinfive]

[ . . . he gives Elliot an appreciative once-over. damn. I did that. so proud.]

[havesomedecency]

[flushes under that gaze, shifting to sit up now]

We should—at least get dressed again—before the showers—

[oneinfive]

Carefully, love.

[he pulls back himself though. cllllothes. yes clothes. sure.]

[havesomedecency]

I'll be careful.

[pushing himself up with only a bit of a wince, gathering his clothes up now]

[oneinfive]

[getting dressed himself, but sparing a moment to give Elliot an appreciative look.]

To Hearts? We can rest there all we like in privacy. You lucky thing, you.

[havesomedecency]

Ah—yes, to Hearts.

[he hesitates a moment after pulling his clothes on before holding his hand out to Nikolas]

[oneinfive]

[he takes Elliot's hand and pulls it to his lips to kiss it, then links their fingers together to lead him out of Clubs.

also probably to a new thread so we don't break DW.]

[havesomedecency]

[wow such thread, much new]