That goofy name did not fail. There was a small bark of laughter from the man turned pillow, but he was careful to keep his hand still under his husband's hands. "A ladder as a shelf would make a poor shelf, my love. Perhaps a bookshelf instead?"
Booker sat up and his hand slipped from his hair to his shoulder instead, fingers automatically setting up a little swirling nonsense pattern over Sebastien's shirt. He was mimicking the motions of Joe's skill with his own lack of it, but it gave his fingers something to do and Booker didn't seem to mind it too much.
"Something on your chest perhaps? I think that would be a fine canvas.
"Oh..wait. We get to mark you, my love?" The smirk was back. "I shall give you my best doodle."
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Date: 2020-09-18 02:07 am (UTC)Booker sat up and his hand slipped from his hair to his shoulder instead, fingers automatically setting up a little swirling nonsense pattern over Sebastien's shirt. He was mimicking the motions of Joe's skill with his own lack of it, but it gave his fingers something to do and Booker didn't seem to mind it too much.
"Something on your chest perhaps? I think that would be a fine canvas.
"Oh..wait. We get to mark you, my love?" The smirk was back. "I shall give you my best doodle."
Do not let him draw on anyone.