Date: 2025-05-29 09:45 pm (UTC)
crimsontyrant: (007)
[ It smells like Cater.
That's the first thing that Riddle recognizes, when that sweater is dropped unceremoniously on him.

Do his cheeks have a light flush to them when he pulls that sweater down so he can see again? Maybe. Is it noticeable? No, hopefully not, with Cater kicking off his own shoes. Riddle can't say anything about this, lest he risk stammering.

Instead. He hums an approving hum, sets the sweater down with his other chosen clothes, and begins to work at getting his own shoes off. They're set neatly by the bedside table, as if he was sure where they belonged.

Then, it's a matter of getting out of his uniform and swapping it for pajamas. Easy enough to start on, unbuttoning his uniform jacket to begin.
]

... You mentioned we'd pick a better place. If you had plans for marriage, where would you want to get married?

[ Nothing more than a question to pass the time, while they get changed, to avoid the awkwardness of changing in front of each other.

It's fine. They're both boys and... and there's nothing weird about this.
]
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