[ Berserker's a little surprised that Waver didn't react more; it's so easy to get a rise out of him normally. Then it dawns on him that Waver's trying to punish him in other ways for his behavior. The thought of the warm body leaving his lap is enough to get him to behave.
... More or less, anyway.
He shifts beneath Waver, trying to ignore the unfortunate stirring he feels. Platonic closeness is still a difficult concept for him; he's too used to this kind of contact turning sexual or only initiating it in that context. His touch, in turn, gets a little more deliberate as he strokes Waver's chest and stomach.
When Diarmuid settles back in, he wraps his tail around the witch. ]
no subject
... More or less, anyway.
He shifts beneath Waver, trying to ignore the unfortunate stirring he feels. Platonic closeness is still a difficult concept for him; he's too used to this kind of contact turning sexual or only initiating it in that context. His touch, in turn, gets a little more deliberate as he strokes Waver's chest and stomach.
When Diarmuid settles back in, he wraps his tail around the witch. ]
Mm...It's less wet, but it is familiar.