[ The rest of the encounter is a mix of delightfully too sharp, luxuriously hazy, and indulgently nostalgic. Conscious thought, already only dubiously present in the situation, falls away completely in favor of impulse and instinct. At some point they lace their fingers together, and it's not until he needs that hand for another task that it occurs to Ford that he should draw away.
Normally, Ford might expect winding down to the afterglow to be the moment where reality come creeping back, dragging regret along with it - but the lingering alcohol and bloodloss keep him feeling relaxed. No, it takes a few moments for any inkling that this may have been a mistake to come creeping in. Ford's breathing and heart rate both have a chance to return to something close to normal levels, and he even has a chance to push himself upright. Only then does it really sink in that he's alone in a small room with Ozpin, covered in bite marks and with his clothes in a state that can't even loosely be considered appropriate for public. Not say nothing of why all of that just happened and...
Hm. Ford elects to not say anything for a moment, only to realize that there's actually a very pressing question he needs to ask if he wants to make any progress on this walk of shame. ]
Ozpin, do you know where my glasses went?
[ Which even Ford realizes is about the worst thing anyone could say after an unplanned sexual encounter with their ex but... hell, is there really a good thing to say after something like that? ]
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Normally, Ford might expect winding down to the afterglow to be the moment where reality come creeping back, dragging regret along with it - but the lingering alcohol and bloodloss keep him feeling relaxed. No, it takes a few moments for any inkling that this may have been a mistake to come creeping in. Ford's breathing and heart rate both have a chance to return to something close to normal levels, and he even has a chance to push himself upright. Only then does it really sink in that he's alone in a small room with Ozpin, covered in bite marks and with his clothes in a state that can't even loosely be considered appropriate for public. Not say nothing of why all of that just happened and...
Hm. Ford elects to not say anything for a moment, only to realize that there's actually a very pressing question he needs to ask if he wants to make any progress on this walk of shame. ]
Ozpin, do you know where my glasses went?
[ Which even Ford realizes is about the worst thing anyone could say after an unplanned sexual encounter with their ex but... hell, is there really a good thing to say after something like that? ]