[It's probably the last thing he expected to hear from anyone, even if he does usually look oddly attractive when so thoroughly replete--his eyes dark, lips parted, his skin flushed, his damp hair clinging to his face and neck in little whorls and lines. But the colours add so much to it, misty swirls of light just over the skin. He opens his eyes and their green glow adds to the gentle lights as he smiles dreamily.]
Oh... the colours. Thank you.
[The hand that had gripped Otto's hair relaxes and feels solid again, and he slips his fingers through the locks he'd tousled.]
You're not so bad, yourself, especially in this light. [The colours swirl more slowly on him, now, lazily spreading out over him in his literal afterglow.]
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[It's probably the last thing he expected to hear from anyone, even if he does usually look oddly attractive when so thoroughly replete--his eyes dark, lips parted, his skin flushed, his damp hair clinging to his face and neck in little whorls and lines. But the colours add so much to it, misty swirls of light just over the skin. He opens his eyes and their green glow adds to the gentle lights as he smiles dreamily.]
Oh... the colours. Thank you.
[The hand that had gripped Otto's hair relaxes and feels solid again, and he slips his fingers through the locks he'd tousled.]
You're not so bad, yourself, especially in this light. [The colours swirl more slowly on him, now, lazily spreading out over him in his literal afterglow.]