“Ah, that’s right. It had little tasks, too. Surely we’ve done a couple by now?” No Cid, none of the valentines instructed an incredibly public display of sex.
“Don’t you worry your little head, I’m not about to make us spit n’ grit- I’m always prepared.”
And Cid did indeed have several little pouches around his belt. He picks through them as they kiss, rifling through cigars, mints, a couple napkins, empty potion bottles, a quill- he comes to a plastic bottle of lube that looks jarringly modern to pull from such worn leather. It’s half full. He breaks the kiss to hold it aloft triumphantly.
“For whatever you’re packing, eh-“ Cid tucks the bottle into the rolled cloth of Vander’s shirt over the swell of his pecs for safe keeping. “Go on, don’t keep me waiting- let’s see it.”
Cid now had his shirt open and jacket shrugged around his shoulders. He tugs his gloves off one at a time with his teeth and tucks them into his belt- only suspended by how it connected to the jacket at this point. His torso was riddled with scars, though most of them seemed a bit older now. This is certainly a man who had seen a lot of combat in his time.
With gloves off and sleeves rolled up, there was something curious about his revealed skin. It was patchy stone grey, flecked with darker grey in spots. It dominated his left arm, though it came down his shoulder into his chest as well. Cid pays it no mind as he looks expectantly to Vander.
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“Don’t you worry your little head, I’m not about to make us spit n’ grit- I’m always prepared.”
And Cid did indeed have several little pouches around his belt. He picks through them as they kiss, rifling through cigars, mints, a couple napkins, empty potion bottles, a quill- he comes to a plastic bottle of lube that looks jarringly modern to pull from such worn leather. It’s half full. He breaks the kiss to hold it aloft triumphantly.
“For whatever you’re packing, eh-“ Cid tucks the bottle into the rolled cloth of Vander’s shirt over the swell of his pecs for safe keeping. “Go on, don’t keep me waiting- let’s see it.”
Cid now had his shirt open and jacket shrugged around his shoulders. He tugs his gloves off one at a time with his teeth and tucks them into his belt- only suspended by how it connected to the jacket at this point. His torso was riddled with scars, though most of them seemed a bit older now. This is certainly a man who had seen a lot of combat in his time.
With gloves off and sleeves rolled up, there was something curious about his revealed skin. It was patchy stone grey, flecked with darker grey in spots. It dominated his left arm, though it came down his shoulder into his chest as well. Cid pays it no mind as he looks expectantly to Vander.