(Yeah, she cannot stop herself, it's easy to conclude from the hunger in her eyes and the way she forcefully has him lie down. Should she be do this sober, he's going to be more than thoroughly impressed. There's not much telling what the cider is intensifying or creating, and that is where he finds the fault in this encounter.
Well. He isn't not hard? Like, he's somewhere there for sure, and her embarrassment surrounding such an obvious thing is certainly amusing to him. Izaya supports his weight on his forearms to elevate himself a little, shoulders shrugging before he can answer.)
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Well. He isn't not hard? Like, he's somewhere there for sure, and her embarrassment surrounding such an obvious thing is certainly amusing to him. Izaya supports his weight on his forearms to elevate himself a little, shoulders shrugging before he can answer.)
Did you expect something different?