By now, Red has brought the broth to his lips again, but after Zechs says that, he sputters all in the bowl and squeezes his eyes shut, lowering it as a heat of scarlet floods over his face, stretching to the tips of his ears. What? Really?? He had heard in the lobby some things that happened here, but nobody had spoken to him directly about it.
And now.. sometimes the food is drugged? Drugged with.. a sex drug? He knew of it, but never had direct contact with an aphrodisiac of any kind. A gasp hitches in his throat and he hastily shoves the bowl away and sits there with his posture straight, hands curling into fists on his knees.
“…!!!”
Red’s eyes are squeezed so tight. How was he supposed to feel if something he ate was drugged? UHHH..
Naturally, the first thing he does when he opens his eyes and part his thighs slightly and just .. look down to make sure.
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And now.. sometimes the food is drugged? Drugged with.. a sex drug? He knew of it, but never had direct contact with an aphrodisiac of any kind. A gasp hitches in his throat and he hastily shoves the bowl away and sits there with his posture straight, hands curling into fists on his knees.
“…!!!”
Red’s eyes are squeezed so tight. How was he supposed to feel if something he ate was drugged? UHHH..
Naturally, the first thing he does when he opens his eyes and part his thighs slightly and just .. look down to make sure.