[The door opens, and it's while L's cheeks are warm and his lips are dipping down to press against warm, tanned skin again, the better to chase away any timidness or concern that Shoyo might feel. He's so determined that he doesn't even feel a thrill or shock when it sounds like a third party has joined.
In fact, he begins to raise his voice, tetchy and annoyed.]
Occupied...
[Not that he should have to say it, because it should be obvious.
Then he sees who's at the door, and the flush sits high on his pale cheeks. For a moment he's just trying, in his own private world, to make sense of the fact that of all the rooms in the house, they could have chosen the Emperor's.
Half-straddling Shoyo, he's careful about the way he dismounts and the way he straightens to edge his way toward the door.]
Come on...
[He follows closely, just making sure that, as he goes, he is positioned at all times between Shoyo and the necromancer.]
no subject
In fact, he begins to raise his voice, tetchy and annoyed.]
Occupied...
[Not that he should have to say it, because it should be obvious.
Then he sees who's at the door, and the flush sits high on his pale cheeks. For a moment he's just trying, in his own private world, to make sense of the fact that of all the rooms in the house, they could have chosen the Emperor's.
Half-straddling Shoyo, he's careful about the way he dismounts and the way he straightens to edge his way toward the door.]
Come on...
[He follows closely, just making sure that, as he goes, he is positioned at all times between Shoyo and the necromancer.]