For every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

“Yep—”

Actually, that’s more or less expected of him, but at this point he’s far too amused to back out of the situation. Maybe if Vaiyon catches him he’ll have some explaining to do, but that’s another thing altogether and lucky 7 isn’t going to complain anyway. It was with the most casual of hums that arms shift to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside to join the rest that had been kicked aside.

“Is this better?" No Rail, don’t pose, you’re not a model.

And now whistling a bit, hands move to unbuckle his belt, slowly pulling it away from his body and letting it drop to the floor. That’s two down, and two to go… Oh. The very realization leaves Rail smiling a bit more slyly now, unzipping his jeans and kicking them off. Last thing left, right? A thumb slips inside his underwear, tugging on it playfully— Only to stop as if realizing something.

"Ah— Nevermind, I think I’ll stop here!”

"Besides, I’m sure a strip tease is much better for someone like you, huh? ♥”

wingedhero:

corrompuroi:

And he’ll respond by slapping the other’s hands before they even reached him.

“Well you can stop doing that— try once more and I won’t be afraid to hit you again.” Pravitas, that’s not going to do anything.

He’ll hit him again?
            Now there’s a wonderful thought.

The threat is more than enough to bring an amused smile to the raven’s features, reaching out to pat the other on the shoulder as casually as ever as they were friends. Sorry, he’ll keep touching in that case. "What? Is there a problem? I’m just your average guy! ♪”