[ It's pleasant and playful and definitely a welcome distraction. The scolding, of course, doesn't stop him, though his response is cut off by Diarmuid's pulling up his own sweater. Further permission granted, he caresses the exposed skin, shifting closer. He takes his hands off of him only long enough to start opening up his own shirt.
...
Right up until the rude interruption. Berserker, too, stops dead in his tracks. He looks more irritated than shamed. ]
You are, but... [ Waver's warm and he knows that. There's no harm in offering, is there? ] Do you want to join us?
[ Probably just...going to make this worse for Diarmuid. ]
no subject
...
Right up until the rude interruption. Berserker, too, stops dead in his tracks. He looks more irritated than shamed. ]
You are, but... [ Waver's warm and he knows that. There's no harm in offering, is there? ] Do you want to join us?
[ Probably just...going to make this worse for Diarmuid. ]