SIR THAT’S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT KNIFE COLLECTION

[thecockroach]

ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ

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[jaka]

[ Emori makes her home on his lap, leaning back subtly to catch the surprised look that's etched onto his face. ]

I've been dreaming about this, [ she whispers, confessing her not-so-secret. Her hands, nice and cool, cup his face. He's drawn in, closer so Emori can press her lips onto his. ]

[feralist]

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

(He only speaks when she pulls away, daring not to break the kiss any earlier. Murphy looks over at the others at the campfire. They all seem so far away.)

You wanna take this to a quieter place? Maybe... somewhere over there? (He points, vaguely.)

[jaka]

Because. [ Her cheeks flushed with warmth. She could feel it radiate to the backs of her ears. ] I didn't think I'd be on your lap, [ Emori says close to his lips.

Her attention drifted, looking over to where he'd made a poor attempt at pointing. With a subtle nod of her head, she climbed off his lap. ]

Let's go.

[feralist]

(Murphy stands, and tries not to make it obvious that he's sporting an erection, and walks casually over to the brush. He grabbed his jacket on the way over, made of denim (worn, but warm and soft). He lays it out for Emori.)

My lady?