Simple things. [CLOSED]

[thewarisover]

Characters: Dojima and Roy
Location: in their room, at their apartment
Rating: G(?)
Time: December 10, so very late in the evening that it might as well be the 11th already
Description: After the party...

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[smokersona]

Dojima was never a social butterfly. He was the man who talked when spoken to, the one who stood in his own little space and observed those around him. Back in Inaba, he had always been the congregating point, the inexplicable draw for those officers and employees and attendees otherwise unattached to any other parties. In Death City, he finally had his peace, peace to go where he would unimpeded and speak to who he wished without worry of eavesdropping. He wasn't the greatest hand at social events, but they still left him tired, a little worn around the edges. Just another task to work through and endure

[thewarisover]

"Incredibly," was the mumbled response, from under the weight of that arm. Still, now that Dojima was in...

Roy reluctantly lifted up his other arm, with the full intent of bringing his hand up to the collar of his shirt for that offending tie, or maybe the buttons. Said arm ended up flopping over his stomach instead.

[smokersona]

That makes him chuckle, and he regards the other for a moment more before moving. A knee on the mattress, leaning over him just so as a hand takes up the half-undone tie.

"Need help?"

[thewarisover]

Is that a smile there? Why, yes, it is.

"That would be nice."