[Fortunately, all of Dito's discomfort and insecurities had immediately scurried back into the recesses of his mind the second he stuck one foot into the glorious hot spring. He is loose, looser than he's been in a while, and it shows in the blissful relaxation of his face. Dito sinks further into that intoxicating heat up to his shoulders, his long bangs hanging in his face as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes.
A soft, pleasurable sound that might have started out as words pulses in his throat. His second try is more articulate, though the slightly slurred speech and the dopey drunken smile on his face might tell Dirk more than anything Dito could possibly say.]
Gonna have to trek back to Trench on your own, pal. I don't care if I turn into a boiled prune-- I am never leaving this place.
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A soft, pleasurable sound that might have started out as words pulses in his throat. His second try is more articulate, though the slightly slurred speech and the dopey drunken smile on his face might tell Dirk more than anything Dito could possibly say.]
Gonna have to trek back to Trench on your own, pal. I don't care if I turn into a boiled prune-- I am never leaving this place.