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[runningred]

{From here}

Jay slips down the hood of his suit, letting the drones do one last sweep to makes sure everything is sealed. He doesn't take the bike this time but goes on foot, heading straight for the smaller nest of demon rabbits in the lower caves.

This version of the suit keeps his thermal signature down to ambulant and filters breath and sweat to keep his scent from being detected.

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[onceaviking]

Eric runs the tips of his fingers across Jay's newly healed skin, nodding a little.

Up close he smells of blood and Jay with a faint hint of whatever shampoo he used earlier in the evening.
And his skin is almost, almost warm.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't quite moan, but he comes pretty damn close. He's in that zone of fascinating hypersensitivity. He reaches up to brush a gentle hand over the back of Eric's neck, enjoying that semblance of warmth, even if it doesn't last.

[onceaviking]

Eric twitches.

But he doesn't move away.

[runningred]

"It's a pity I can't keep you warm for long." Jay mutters, fingers curling around the soft hair at the nape of Eric's neck a moment longer.

And then he drops his hand and steps back. "I'm going to run for a bit then take the garage entrance back into the bar. That way no-one'll see me with blood on my suit."

[onceaviking]

"Good call," Eric says, stepping away at the same time.
Huskily.

And then he is gone.

[runningred]

Jay stands there, mildly exasperated for a moment.

Then he shakes his head, re-ties his boots and takes off at a jog towards the garage, enjoying the moonlit night through heightened senses.

{ooc: Love these two weirdos!}