[ Even if Aspen knows Sinbad's right, he doesn't want to readily admit it. He doesn't - he leads instead, past all his painted walls to his bedroom. There's a darker shade of blue here, like the nighttime sky freckled with stars - his bed isn't made, or rather, it's purposely a little messy to fit the definition of a nest, sheets overlapping with each other and tucked in with many pillows dotting it. It is, at least, very plush and comfortable to sit in. Aspen himself perches at the edge, tugging on Sin to join him.
There is a large compartment that slides under the bed, open and available to be seen: it's the collection Aspen spoke about before clearly, with all kinds of toys and tools for sex. ]
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Date: 2018-11-28 04:01 pm (UTC)Aspen himself perches at the edge, tugging on Sin to join him.
There is a large compartment that slides under the bed, open and available to be seen: it's the collection Aspen spoke about before clearly, with all kinds of toys and tools for sex. ]
I'm always comfortable with you.
[ You were shaking a second ago but okay. ]