[Closed RP: Skwisgaar, Toki, probably Shoggies later on -- and Nathan, too!]
((Directly follows the Potions class. Expect some NSFW content throughout and the general strangeness of two high Scandinavians.))
Skwisgaar led Toki back to their room with only a few incidents involving bumping into walls and nearly knocking disgruntled paintings off of them and several close calls with suits of armour -- all of which Skwisgaar found pretty humourous. They were thankfully spared the impossible task of having to navigate any moving staircases while high, as Hufflepuff's dorms were conveniently situated in the dungeons not too far from the Potions classroom.
The Swede had demonstrated admirable restraint on the way there, but barely a moment after closing and locking the door behind them he was pulling Toki closer by the front pockets of his pants. He slid his hands up underneath his bandmate's shirt to slowly caress his sides, without lingering over any of the scars there, as he didn't want Toki thinking about them again. He'd likely already dwelt too much on them and other unpleasant memories of his childhood during the class -- it was time to see if the effects of the salvia might be put to better use. "How ares you feeling?" Skwisgaar asked, their lips just brushing as he spoke, and afterward he indulged his desire to kiss Toki, which he'd had to suppress during the class for obvious reasons. The wait proved to be worth it.
Skwisgaar led Toki back to their room with only a few incidents involving bumping into walls and nearly knocking disgruntled paintings off of them and several close calls with suits of armour -- all of which Skwisgaar found pretty humourous. They were thankfully spared the impossible task of having to navigate any moving staircases while high, as Hufflepuff's dorms were conveniently situated in the dungeons not too far from the Potions classroom.
The Swede had demonstrated admirable restraint on the way there, but barely a moment after closing and locking the door behind them he was pulling Toki closer by the front pockets of his pants. He slid his hands up underneath his bandmate's shirt to slowly caress his sides, without lingering over any of the scars there, as he didn't want Toki thinking about them again. He'd likely already dwelt too much on them and other unpleasant memories of his childhood during the class -- it was time to see if the effects of the salvia might be put to better use. "How ares you feeling?" Skwisgaar asked, their lips just brushing as he spoke, and afterward he indulged his desire to kiss Toki, which he'd had to suppress during the class for obvious reasons. The wait proved to be worth it.