[Bruno huffs a little, shifting to sit up just enough so he can look at Polnareff.]
Posso durare più di trenta minuti...
[Despite the fact he's starting to look sleepy and keeping his eyes halfway open is turning into a struggle. He settles back in on Polnareff, nuzzling his chest a little.]
[Yeah, all right. Sure, Jan. They'll just see if he lasts more than half an hour, but Polnareff is willing to bet he's got a pretty good read on his boyfriend's sleeping habits by now.]
I'm hot and you're cute when you get affectionate like this. Are you going to just bury yourself on top of me?
[ . . . There was more to it than that. Something along the lines of refusing to share and the reasons why, but it's hazy enough that that's about as far as Bruno gets. He's confident that's all he needs anyway. Or would be if he was a little more cognizant of no being the only thing he's said.]
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So like another half hour.
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Posso durare più di trenta minuti...
[Despite the fact he's starting to look sleepy and keeping his eyes halfway open is turning into a struggle. He settles back in on Polnareff, nuzzling his chest a little.]
Sei caldo.
[How is this thought connected? Who can say?]
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I'm hot and you're cute when you get affectionate like this. Are you going to just bury yourself on top of me?
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Vivrò solo qui.
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[ . . . There was more to it than that. Something along the lines of refusing to share and the reasons why, but it's hazy enough that that's about as far as Bruno gets. He's confident that's all he needs anyway. Or would be if he was a little more cognizant of no being the only thing he's said.]