Hunched over, Orlando inspects a line of ants marching through a crack; escaping, however unwanted. If he were less intoxicated, he's sure there would be some symbolism in that.
"Stay," he repeats for what could be the three hundredth time this evening. "Stay with me. Please?" Arms around Viggo's neck again, Orlando looks at him pleadingly.
Viggo simply reaches and retrieves Orlando's key, showing no sign of acknowledgment. One arm still around him, Viggo somehow manages to scoot them both so he can battle the lock and Orlando's swaying motions simultaneously.
Orlando is still mumbling under his breath, sometimes at a volume and clarity almost intelligible. Viggo maneuver's Orlando to his bed, sets him down, and proceeds to removes his shoes, socks and is looking increasingly like he might go for the trousers.
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"Stay," he repeats for what could be the three hundredth time this evening. "Stay with me. Please?" Arms around Viggo's neck again, Orlando looks at him pleadingly.
Viggo simply reaches and retrieves Orlando's key, showing no sign of acknowledgment. One arm still around him, Viggo somehow manages to scoot them both so he can battle the lock and Orlando's swaying motions simultaneously.
Orlando is still mumbling under his breath, sometimes at a volume and clarity almost intelligible. Viggo maneuver's Orlando to his bed, sets him down, and proceeds to removes his shoes, socks and is looking increasingly like he might go for the trousers.
"Stay Stay Stay Stay Stay," Orlando singsongs.