( the esikko that appears at the door seems--as normal as he can be; there's no bandaging that he can see, for now, and that smile might be weak, but it isn't pained--his eyes narrow, considering, as he slips inside. it's almost worse, now that the door isn't between them, and though he can tell that there's a lot of ambient smells, the combination of all of those damn plants inside, it isn't them that's causing this, either. it's a scent that isn't esikko's blood, isn't any of his flowers, or any of the cleaning agents that he's used to smelling in the higher rank rooms: so what is it? in a way, it makes him feel almost dizzy, as though the first full inhale does something that he doesn't quite understand.

he struggles out a laugh, half a chuckle, as he edges the door shut behind him, steps out of his shoes, and follows, bare feet padding along up the stairs. )

You don't wanna save that for dessert?

( mildly, bemused--there's something about the distance between them that he doesn't like, which means that he's jogging up the last few steps in order to come flush to esikko's back, sliding an arm around his waist from behind.

a playful roll of his eyes, as he guides them both together, hip to hip, to the bedroom door. he knows where it is. )

Don't think I wanna go out to dinner and have someone else than you looking at me.

( it's almost like he doesn't understand his tongue saying the words--like it says them without his consent, and with a soft huffing breath, he uses his free hand to edge open the bedroom door. there, at least, he'll let esikko go, mostly because he assumes that he'll have to get the myriad of outfits he'll be pushed into; his head is spinning a little, and that sweet, floral scent has only gotten worse, as though it's rubbed off on him from being so close. )