"I don't have a clue what that was," Date muses softly, combing his fingers through your hair. "It might have been an inhalant, except it got worse when the steam increased, when logically it should have been bound to the water vapor and descended, and either not continued to enter our lungs, or diluted the effects. ...Perhaps it was a topical application, using water droplets or water vapor as a vehicle?"
He shifts under you, curling one leg around you - not sure what part, still too blitzed for that, just knows that he wants more close, more warmth.
Speaking of warmth. And of water, for that matter. He reaches over to the side, above your head, and cranks off the water. The silence in the room, in the absence of its flow, is somewhat startling.
"...Shouldn't have left that running," he says, sheepish. "Normally I'm a lot better about water conservation than, um. That."
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Date: 2012-11-27 03:12 am (UTC)He shifts under you, curling one leg around you - not sure what part, still too blitzed for that, just knows that he wants more close, more warmth.
Speaking of warmth. And of water, for that matter. He reaches over to the side, above your head, and cranks off the water. The silence in the room, in the absence of its flow, is somewhat startling.
"...Shouldn't have left that running," he says, sheepish. "Normally I'm a lot better about water conservation than, um. That."