The Last Supper - sensitIV

[idolpro]

[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.

Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

Comments

[sancrimony]

[ too tightly wounded to let him pull, hunched over ]

. . . It isn't in my place to forgive you.

[ but he does speak again after a moment ]

I could . . . only accept you as you are.

[ with a shake of his head ]

But - you mustn't. If you can avoid it, you mustn't.

[rollwillpowercheck]

[puts his arms around Lucifel instead, then. but he doesn't say anything.]

[sancrimony]

[ stiff, but at least he doesn't smell good ,-, his head drops to anubis' shoulder after a moment ]

[rollwillpowercheck]

[unitmates are friends, not food. he just holds him.]

[sancrimony]

[ he doesn't relax against him, but he does start to shake a little - like he might cry, or he's holding it back, or something along those lines. his voice is thick ]

. . . S. . . sorry. . . my apologies. I know I'm being unreasonable. . .

[rollwillpowercheck]

[makes a soft sound of acknowledgement, gently rubbing his back.]

[sancrimony]

[ are you TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]