Cassius turns his head to watch his Hunter for a moment, feels something inside of him shift as they give him a lazy wave and tug their hood over their head a little further. Settling in for a nap (much needed, Cassius thinks. His Hunter does not sleep well without his squirm). A confident send off – one that says that they are not concerned, so Cassius should not be either.
So, he turns away. Follows Doctor Hugh out of the door and hears that mechanical whirring click of the door relocking.
(His hunter drops a hand into his mass, digs careful fingers deep into him. Lets his worms wriggle over their hand and soak up their heat. “Anything happens, you let me know,” said low and meant only for him.
He does not let it show on his face when he agrees.)
Cassius looks to Doctor Hugh, the drone of him quieting now that they’re outside of the glass. “I am ready to follow, Doctor Hugh,” he says, before pausing as a question strikes. “What shall I be doing while you are ‘negotiating’?”
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So, he turns away. Follows Doctor Hugh out of the door and hears that mechanical whirring click of the door relocking.
(His hunter drops a hand into his mass, digs careful fingers deep into him. Lets his worms wriggle over their hand and soak up their heat. “Anything happens, you let me know,” said low and meant only for him.
He does not let it show on his face when he agrees.)
Cassius looks to Doctor Hugh, the drone of him quieting now that they’re outside of the glass. “I am ready to follow, Doctor Hugh,” he says, before pausing as a question strikes. “What shall I be doing while you are ‘negotiating’?”