[What a neat, affectionate boyfriend he has. The kind of mood he's in, both of those adjectives are compliments. Polnareff tips his head, smiling at the wall, perfectly pleased by that kiss. He's already yanked off his shirt and socks (both of which are on the floor, ready to be picked up post-shower). His left hand is wrapped up tightly, with enough bandages that it becomes apparently Polnareff wasn't exaggerating: Ridley really did tear into him.
But he's not thinking of that now. His boyfriend is far more important, and Polnareff reaches down, covering one of Bruno's hands with his own.]
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[What a neat, affectionate boyfriend he has. The kind of mood he's in, both of those adjectives are compliments. Polnareff tips his head, smiling at the wall, perfectly pleased by that kiss. He's already yanked off his shirt and socks (both of which are on the floor, ready to be picked up post-shower). His left hand is wrapped up tightly, with enough bandages that it becomes apparently Polnareff wasn't exaggerating: Ridley really did tear into him.
But he's not thinking of that now. His boyfriend is far more important, and Polnareff reaches down, covering one of Bruno's hands with his own.]
Good day?