tongue gilding… every time we kiss bryanastarr
Gaius had been watching the younger monk from afar for a while now, and decided it was finally time to make his move. Slinking up to him with all the purpose and drive of a lion on prowl, he approached the redhead and leaned casually on the desk he was studying at. "'Ey there, Nutmeg," he started off in a slow drawl, words rolling off his tongue like gilded honey. "Whatcha readin' there?" He grinned a bit, licking his lips as he leaned close, as if to peek.