[ It's. Yeah, it's really overwhelming, to have hands there there. Fingers pushing and pressing, maneuvering the fabric of the pants to get the fly undone. The pause isn't unnoticed. It is, however, not commented on, as Riddle's eyes watch Floyd's hands oh so closely.
This is embarrassing. He hates it; being exposed, even with just his pants off so far. It's scandalous in a way, too, isn't it? Should they really be doing this on school grounds? Should they be doing this at all?
Instead of focusing on those thoughts, Riddle shifts to sit himself up, enough that he can finally fully get the vest and jacket off and out of the way. His tie and button up were next, but--
He said he'd forgive Floyd, didn't he? He should remove that collar. Instead? He finds himself staring, shuffling closer, reaching out to grab at Floyd's pants too... without really looking where his hands are trying to go. ]
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This is embarrassing. He hates it; being exposed, even with just his pants off so far. It's scandalous in a way, too, isn't it? Should they really be doing this on school grounds? Should they be doing this at all?
Instead of focusing on those thoughts, Riddle shifts to sit himself up, enough that he can finally fully get the vest and jacket off and out of the way. His tie and button up were next, but--
He said he'd forgive Floyd, didn't he? He should remove that collar. Instead? He finds himself staring, shuffling closer, reaching out to grab at Floyd's pants too... without really looking where his hands are trying to go. ]
Being collared is a good look on you.
[ The words slip out before he can think. ]