( he could have, and it wouldn't be the first time someone just dropped themselves into his space, but clearly this is more fun. oliver opens the door, the usual slightly oversized tee and tight jeans that has become his staple outfit since snagging nick's shit became less convenient.
hip leans against the door frame and forearm resting against it up above his head, as he raises a brow at caliban. )
Lateish is like, sometime between six and eleven. After dinner, before when people generally go to bed. So you're just on time, congrats.
[ There's a little flick of his eyes down at the sight of Oli as he tilts his head just at touch. How is it fair that the other could look good even in something so casual like that? He almost misses the other words before he takes a few steps forward toward the other.]
I fear there are some mortal things I might never get a handle on, and that is certainly one of them. Though it is nice to know I'm not being such an imposition.
[ A hand reaches out to curl along the other hip boldly, his thumb tracing along the other's hipbone.]
( but he'll bitch at caliban when he is a nuisance. oliver's not one to turn down an opening to bitch. caliban steps forward, and oliver tips his head up, moves his hand off the wall to press his hand against the other's chest. leans into him a little, to press a soft kiss against his jawline. )
I'm sure you'll let me know if such a thing ever happens.
[ Because god knows he knows the other well enough that he doubted the other would hold his tongue in such a situation. There's a soft hum at that nice kiss to his jawline and the demon takes a moment to turn his head to catch Oli's lips with his in a quick, if a little hungry kiss before he finally answers those words.]
It's not cheating, my pretty mortal. [ He pointed out as those flames licked around both their feet before suddenly being transported to Caliban's living room.] It's merely efficient.
( it's cheating because oliver can't do it and he's jealous. if he could instantaneously be wherever he wanted to be without someone doing it for him, he'd never have to take the elevator again, or take a shitton of time moving from nate's closest clowndoor to his house to wherever the closest door to where he's going is.
but caliban's kiss pre-telling him how it isn't cheating is enough to keep him from arguing for the moment--and caliban's fancy demon-y flames help them go to point a to b. they reach caliban's living room, and oliver offers over a little smarmy smirk before he's leaning up onto his toes. presses another quick, hungry kiss to his mouth and shoves off of caliban, so he can go snooping. )
Who's your sub? ( did they have this conversation before? oliver doesn't remember. ) I'm guessing you've got one, considering. ( that caliban would be shit out of luck by now if he didn't--and he's been here since forever, so. )
[ There's a smile into that quick, hungry kiss and Caliban takes it for everything it words before the other slipping though his fingers to go look through his place. Caliban watches the other with a little smile dancing along his lips. Was there ever a moment when Oli wasn't cute?]
John Allerdyce. He's one of the mutants. We've been together..more than a year? [ He mused lightly, how time flies since he first met the fire wielder.] But I've taken on temporary contracts outside of that.
Though many of the people I did take on have left. [ As was the nature of the city and Caliban added that with a little shrug of his shoulders.]
( outside of his hobby of network stalking anyway. mutants isn't a term he remembers being thrown around, so he'll add stalk the network to sift through it for what john's supposed to be. if he gets bored enough later.
oliver makes his way straight into the kitchen, because sifting through others' cabinets is clearly the best way to start snooping through their lives. and also: he wants a snack. )
But that answers the whole are you more of a three months then fuck off or a stick with it if it works kind of guy. Does he live here?
[ He's not that surprised- you either knew John or you didn't- there was never a middle ground with him. He'd either burn down your house or you didn't know him from another random person on the street.
Caliban follows the other- moving though to the kitchen before he drops himself against the wall as he watches the other rummage though his kitchen. He'll no doubt find a packet of salt and vinegar chips stashed there, with Caliban had a taste for those days. ]
It's been two years and John tried to stab me with a knife once- I'd say stick with it certainly seems to be the better option. He does- part-time. He also has a private room in the Grey Room which he likes to live in from time to time. He likes to have a life outside us.
[ Which at the time, had hurt Caliban. And leaves hm alone more often than he'd like to admit.]
( chips'll work. oliver doesn't ask before he's pulling them out and ripping the bag open. holds the edge of the bag between fingers as he moves to snoop further into the house. he's not looking for anything in particular, more just--looking to look. he's nosy and needs to know where things are. )
That's cute. I stabbed my first dom, but it wasn't like, fun stabbing or anything. He died a little after and neever came back.
( not that anyone wanted to see his stupid face anymore, either. )
Theo likes to play with knives, but he's not a dom. Just the sub I pull along with me.
[ Caliban just follows the other with his eyes- watching him move through from the kitchen to the corridor. On the left, he'd see a big dark red wooden door that led to Caliban's sex dungeon and on the right, there were stairs that led down to Caliban's carpentry work room. And then there were stairs that led up to the second floor.
There was a little arch of his eyebrows at those words, however.]
How very, very dramatic.
[ He wasn't entirely sure who the other first dom was- but it seemed rather rude to ask about that.c There was a little wave of his hand as a engraved magical knife appeared in Caliban's hand and he looked down at it idly with a title of his head. ]
It depends on my lover- I suppose- I cut into Nate and fucked him drench in his blood. Though he was using certain magical enhancements but it was at least very, very memorable.
[ He mused before the knife vanished again in that same puff of fire it appeared in before the pushed off the wall and moved down towards the other as he followed though the house.]
Not my kink, asshole just deserved it. And what fun would it be if it wasn't overly dramatic?
( sometimes stabbing an asshole is just the correct way to handle one's problems. even if it wasn't as successful as oliver had been aiming for, the end result was still what he was going for. oliver opens the first door on the left, purses his lips as he takes in the. very obvious dungeon. and lets himself in to start snooping through caliban's toys while shoving more chips into his mouth. )
Shit's going to get so much more boring without Nate around. You know? Like who's gonna take over breaking shit because fuck the system and fuck listening to stupid rules? Not me.
( the chip bag gets set aside to grab onto a pair of cuffs, pulling the cuff loose so he can wrap fingers around the joint used to snap them together. points the serrated edge towards caliban. )
Remind me to never find myself on your bad side, pretty witch.
[ Not that he was entirely sure stabbing him would do *much* since he was made of magical clay. Still, it might fucking hurt. The demon follows the other with his eyes before he takes those few steps to follow him into his dungeon. His shoulder fell against the door as he lingered there- there was still no comment as the other peered at the various toys that they had lying around. A room like this was almost a requirement for a dominant in this city, so it wasn't anything too shocking.]
I'll admit that this city will have a little...less color without his presence. He never failed to leave an impression. Though give it a month and John will no doubt be burning down a building or three.
[His eyebrows do raise a touch as the other snaps those cuffs and points at them with him.]
And why not? Not many people in this city I can fuck around with like that.
( another snap of the cuff, closing the link before oliver puts them back down on a nearby table, and moves towards caliban and the door. presses against his chest to lean in close, lips against caliban's cheek. )
Because Theo's mine, and I don't want you to break him. ( theo's a slut but he's a stupid slut who pushes himself too far and oliver doesn't trust him to know his own limits. he's done enough stupid shit enough on his own without caliban and his abs encouraging an intense bloodplay session.
but he's done checking out the sex dungeon, and leans back away from caliban so he can let himself out and walk towards the stairs leading up to the second floor. )
[ Caliban doesn't move as the other leans closer like that, his chest pressing against that hand as his head turns slightly into those lips as they tease along his cheek.
There's a little click of his tongue at those oh-so-possessive words and really, it's rather fifty/fifty if the demon will actually pay them much heed with such a session with Theo ever came up.]
Breaking people is ever so fun- though I do admit it was quite alluring seeing you so possessive.
[ Caliban almost purred against the others as his own hand teased down to brush his thumb along the other hip again till Oil leaned away and slips out the door. There's a little glance over his shoulder before he pushes off the wall to follow Olie once again.
The second floor held the elaborate Master bedroom of Caliban's and a second smaller bedroom with a writing desk in it. Which was mostly for those nights John had a guest or wanted to be alone. And equally, a third bedroom that had been left untouched for quite a while since a second submissive wasn't something that had happened in a while.]
( there's a glance into john's room, but he doesn't go into it. because oliver likes to snoop, but he doesn't know who the fuck john is and dicking around in his things might not go over well. it's not obvious which belongs to john, so he skips both the smaller rooms.
lets himself into caliban's easy enough though. his is clear enough, and oliver doesn't hesitate to open drawers and sift through personal belongings. he doesn't give a shit what caliban keeps around, it's--the power of being able to snoop that he likes. just being able to go through his shit, finding whatever. he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth with fingers resting against the bedroom wall, head tipped back to caliban. )
I'm not a particularly strong or motivated witch, but mess with my shit and I'll find a way to be both. ( in case caliban finds threats to be just as alluring, but also--oliver does mean it. liking caliban won't lessen the need to fuck him over if he fucks over theo. )
[ As ever- Caliban follows Oliver into his own bedroom and just watches the other start pulling out draws and looking through the various things. There were a few more choices...hell outfits that Caliban had brought with him when he first arrived he hadn't really worn. As well as a few magical items, a few gifts from Nate when he was still here- and various books on spells and universal travel. None of that had truly helped him when he first arrived and he was so desperate to return to his own world but...well, he still gets those things just in case.
The other might have found Caliban's literal crown in one of those draws. It was at least something notable.
Caliban had always liked the sort of person who'd push back just as much as Caliban was a cocky son of a bitch. It was why he liked Sabrina, why he claimed Nate, and why he was smirking at those words that Oliver shot back over at him.
Caliban finally moved closer to the witch. His hand moved down along the boy's hips as he pressed himself up against the back of him. The demon's smirk brushed along the back of his neck with a pleased little hum.]
( the crown is pretty. pretty enough that oliver doesn't just put it back where he got it, and keeps it in hand while caliban wraps himself around him. there's a little grin curling up just the corners of his lips, and oliver--leans back into him, hands raising the crown up to put it atop his own curls. for fun. )
If I knew threatening you was all it took to turn you on, I would have done it forever ago.
( caliban wouldn't be the first. the threat against caliban for pulling stupid shit with theo was legit, but when oliver tips his head back to rest it against a broad shoulder, the next one is said with significantly less intent. )
Maybe I should test how well my demonic magic would work at tying down a king.
[ He properly should make the other put that crown down since it was...well, important to him but instead he was just going to genuinely smile at the sight of the other settling that crown onto his head like that as the boy leans against him. A hand smoothing down along the other hip as he tilted his head towards the other.]
What can I say? Begging, whimpering, crying, screaming...and threatening all turn me on. I'm very multifaceted like that.
[ He purred lightly as he watched the other lean against his shoulder and his head turned to tease his lips along the other's jawline with that same, proper, gentle smile brushing against his skin.]
Is that what you'd like? Me tied down for you to use as you please?
Physically tied down? No. You're significantly more fun when you're mobile.
( the cuddling is interrupting his snooping time, but he's not going to argue. instead, he's letting caliban hold him upright, putting all his weight back against him so oliver doesn't have to put any effort into keeping himself on his feet. )
Just under my command, doing everything I say whenever I say it. You the puppet and I the puppeteer. That'd be fun. ( he likes to have that kind of power over others, on occasion. over people like caliban especially: powerful, who likely doesn't give a fuck about any authority figure that reigns over him. ) I bet you'd like it too. More than you think you would.
[ The demon was just going to hold Oliver effortlessly, enjoying the feeling of the other in his arms as he chuckled at that correction.]
Oh? Am I?
[ He's not about to deny it, however- Caliban had a sort of greedy hunger when it came to sex, and being tied down did rather limit his options in that. There was that same teasing hum as he listened to the other speak. While he'd given his power over to the others during that little festival, it had been far less of a natural choice giving the city...influence over blonds during that time. ]
I cannot deny that seeing you standing in such power wouldn't hold some appeal, my sweet Oli.
( a toothy grin, before he's lowering his hands down to caliban's arms and gently peeling them away. they can get back to caliban's room later; oliver doubts he'll leave without spending a fair chunk of time in it. )
But I'm not done with my tour yet. Still plenty of house to see, right?
[ Caliban was just going to drop his head back slightly with a sigh as the other peels his arms away because hey, he liked having his hands on Oli. But all the same, he was just going to take a step back away from the other with a wave towards the door.]
Of course, there is, if you wish to keep looking.
[ There was always the *other* spare room he had for another submissive, after all.]
( caliban lets go and oliver starts towards the door--but pauses with his hand against the doorframe itself. turns halfway back into the room, one corner of his lips curled up into a little halfsmirk. )
Unless you've got other plans?
( maybe he'll let caliban convince him elsewhere. oliver is wearing his crown, after all. it'd be a shame to walk away when caliban's letting him play with his shiny toys. )
Other than pinning your wrists behind your back and fucking you till you barely remember your name, little mortal.
[ He purred in his usual way as he admired that crown on the boys head as he took those few steps towards the other. While he did enjoy the other in his arms, he wasn't about to press the issue if the other's curiosity was stronger than his allure for the moment.]
Though I do hope your little tour has been up to your standards, Oli.
( fingers raising up this head to press them against the outside of the crown, which he's claiming as his own until he leaves caliban's place. he hasn't taken it yet, so clearly this is fine. )
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hip leans against the door frame and forearm resting against it up above his head, as he raises a brow at caliban. )
Lateish is like, sometime between six and eleven. After dinner, before when people generally go to bed. So you're just on time, congrats.
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I fear there are some mortal things I might never get a handle on, and that is certainly one of them. Though it is nice to know I'm not being such an imposition.
[ A hand reaches out to curl along the other hip boldly, his thumb tracing along the other's hipbone.]
Shall we go?
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( but he'll bitch at caliban when he is a nuisance. oliver's not one to turn down an opening to bitch. caliban steps forward, and oliver tips his head up, moves his hand off the wall to press his hand against the other's chest. leans into him a little, to press a soft kiss against his jawline. )
Are we cheating, or walking?
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[ Because god knows he knows the other well enough that he doubted the other would hold his tongue in such a situation. There's a soft hum at that nice kiss to his jawline and the demon takes a moment to turn his head to catch Oli's lips with his in a quick, if a little hungry kiss before he finally answers those words.]
It's not cheating, my pretty mortal. [ He pointed out as those flames licked around both their feet before suddenly being transported to Caliban's living room.] It's merely efficient.
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but caliban's kiss pre-telling him how it isn't cheating is enough to keep him from arguing for the moment--and caliban's fancy demon-y flames help them go to point a to b. they reach caliban's living room, and oliver offers over a little smarmy smirk before he's leaning up onto his toes. presses another quick, hungry kiss to his mouth and shoves off of caliban, so he can go snooping. )
Who's your sub? ( did they have this conversation before? oliver doesn't remember. ) I'm guessing you've got one, considering. ( that caliban would be shit out of luck by now if he didn't--and he's been here since forever, so. )
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John Allerdyce. He's one of the mutants. We've been together..more than a year? [ He mused lightly, how time flies since he first met the fire wielder.] But I've taken on temporary contracts outside of that.
Though many of the people I did take on have left. [ As was the nature of the city and Caliban added that with a little shrug of his shoulders.]
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( outside of his hobby of network stalking anyway. mutants isn't a term he remembers being thrown around, so he'll add stalk the network to sift through it for what john's supposed to be. if he gets bored enough later.
oliver makes his way straight into the kitchen, because sifting through others' cabinets is clearly the best way to start snooping through their lives. and also: he wants a snack. )
But that answers the whole are you more of a three months then fuck off or a stick with it if it works kind of guy. Does he live here?
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[ He's not that surprised- you either knew John or you didn't- there was never a middle ground with him. He'd either burn down your house or you didn't know him from another random person on the street.
Caliban follows the other- moving though to the kitchen before he drops himself against the wall as he watches the other rummage though his kitchen. He'll no doubt find a packet of salt and vinegar chips stashed there, with Caliban had a taste for those days. ]
It's been two years and John tried to stab me with a knife once- I'd say stick with it certainly seems to be the better option. He does- part-time. He also has a private room in the Grey Room which he likes to live in from time to time. He likes to have a life outside us.
[ Which at the time, had hurt Caliban. And leaves hm alone more often than he'd like to admit.]
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That's cute. I stabbed my first dom, but it wasn't like, fun stabbing or anything. He died a little after and neever came back.
( not that anyone wanted to see his stupid face anymore, either. )
Theo likes to play with knives, but he's not a dom. Just the sub I pull along with me.
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There was a little arch of his eyebrows at those words, however.]
How very, very dramatic.
[ He wasn't entirely sure who the other first dom was- but it seemed rather rude to ask about that.c There was a little wave of his hand as a engraved magical knife appeared in Caliban's hand and he looked down at it idly with a title of his head. ]
It depends on my lover- I suppose- I cut into Nate and fucked him drench in his blood. Though he was using certain magical enhancements but it was at least very, very memorable.
[ He mused before the knife vanished again in that same puff of fire it appeared in before the pushed off the wall and moved down towards the other as he followed though the house.]
And I'm aware of Theo.
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( sometimes stabbing an asshole is just the correct way to handle one's problems. even if it wasn't as successful as oliver had been aiming for, the end result was still what he was going for. oliver opens the first door on the left, purses his lips as he takes in the. very obvious dungeon. and lets himself in to start snooping through caliban's toys while shoving more chips into his mouth. )
Shit's going to get so much more boring without Nate around. You know? Like who's gonna take over breaking shit because fuck the system and fuck listening to stupid rules? Not me.
( the chip bag gets set aside to grab onto a pair of cuffs, pulling the cuff loose so he can wrap fingers around the joint used to snap them together. points the serrated edge towards caliban. )
You can't fuck around with Theo like that.
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[ Not that he was entirely sure stabbing him would do *much* since he was made of magical clay. Still, it might fucking hurt. The demon follows the other with his eyes before he takes those few steps to follow him into his dungeon. His shoulder fell against the door as he lingered there- there was still no comment as the other peered at the various toys that they had lying around. A room like this was almost a requirement for a dominant in this city, so it wasn't anything too shocking.]
I'll admit that this city will have a little...less color without his presence. He never failed to leave an impression. Though give it a month and John will no doubt be burning down a building or three.
[His eyebrows do raise a touch as the other snaps those cuffs and points at them with him.]
And why not? Not many people in this city I can fuck around with like that.
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Because Theo's mine, and I don't want you to break him. ( theo's a slut but he's a stupid slut who pushes himself too far and oliver doesn't trust him to know his own limits. he's done enough stupid shit enough on his own without caliban and his abs encouraging an intense bloodplay session.
but he's done checking out the sex dungeon, and leans back away from caliban so he can let himself out and walk towards the stairs leading up to the second floor. )
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There's a little click of his tongue at those oh-so-possessive words and really, it's rather fifty/fifty if the demon will actually pay them much heed with such a session with Theo ever came up.]
Breaking people is ever so fun- though I do admit it was quite alluring seeing you so possessive.
[ Caliban almost purred against the others as his own hand teased down to brush his thumb along the other hip again till Oil leaned away and slips out the door. There's a little glance over his shoulder before he pushes off the wall to follow Olie once again.
The second floor held the elaborate Master bedroom of Caliban's and a second smaller bedroom with a writing desk in it. Which was mostly for those nights John had a guest or wanted to be alone. And equally, a third bedroom that had been left untouched for quite a while since a second submissive wasn't something that had happened in a while.]
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lets himself into caliban's easy enough though. his is clear enough, and oliver doesn't hesitate to open drawers and sift through personal belongings. he doesn't give a shit what caliban keeps around, it's--the power of being able to snoop that he likes. just being able to go through his shit, finding whatever. he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth with fingers resting against the bedroom wall, head tipped back to caliban. )
I'm not a particularly strong or motivated witch, but mess with my shit and I'll find a way to be both. ( in case caliban finds threats to be just as alluring, but also--oliver does mean it. liking caliban won't lessen the need to fuck him over if he fucks over theo. )
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The other might have found Caliban's literal crown in one of those draws. It was at least something notable.
Caliban had always liked the sort of person who'd push back just as much as Caliban was a cocky son of a bitch. It was why he liked Sabrina, why he claimed Nate, and why he was smirking at those words that Oliver shot back over at him.
Caliban finally moved closer to the witch. His hand moved down along the boy's hips as he pressed himself up against the back of him. The demon's smirk brushed along the back of his neck with a pleased little hum.]
I do love that fire of yours, pretty Oli.
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If I knew threatening you was all it took to turn you on, I would have done it forever ago.
( caliban wouldn't be the first. the threat against caliban for pulling stupid shit with theo was legit, but when oliver tips his head back to rest it against a broad shoulder, the next one is said with significantly less intent. )
Maybe I should test how well my demonic magic would work at tying down a king.
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What can I say? Begging, whimpering, crying, screaming...and threatening all turn me on. I'm very multifaceted like that.
[ He purred lightly as he watched the other lean against his shoulder and his head turned to tease his lips along the other's jawline with that same, proper, gentle smile brushing against his skin.]
Is that what you'd like? Me tied down for you to use as you please?
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( the cuddling is interrupting his snooping time, but he's not going to argue. instead, he's letting caliban hold him upright, putting all his weight back against him so oliver doesn't have to put any effort into keeping himself on his feet. )
Just under my command, doing everything I say whenever I say it. You the puppet and I the puppeteer. That'd be fun. ( he likes to have that kind of power over others, on occasion. over people like caliban especially: powerful, who likely doesn't give a fuck about any authority figure that reigns over him. ) I bet you'd like it too. More than you think you would.
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Oh? Am I?
[ He's not about to deny it, however- Caliban had a sort of greedy hunger when it came to sex, and being tied down did rather limit his options in that. There was that same teasing hum as he listened to the other speak. While he'd given his power over to the others during that little festival, it had been far less of a natural choice giving the city...influence over blonds during that time. ]
I cannot deny that seeing you standing in such power wouldn't hold some appeal, my sweet Oli.
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( a toothy grin, before he's lowering his hands down to caliban's arms and gently peeling them away. they can get back to caliban's room later; oliver doubts he'll leave without spending a fair chunk of time in it. )
But I'm not done with my tour yet. Still plenty of house to see, right?
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Of course, there is, if you wish to keep looking.
[ There was always the *other* spare room he had for another submissive, after all.]
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Unless you've got other plans?
( maybe he'll let caliban convince him elsewhere. oliver is wearing his crown, after all. it'd be a shame to walk away when caliban's letting him play with his shiny toys. )
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[ He purred in his usual way as he admired that crown on the boys head as he took those few steps towards the other. While he did enjoy the other in his arms, he wasn't about to press the issue if the other's curiosity was stronger than his allure for the moment.]
Though I do hope your little tour has been up to your standards, Oli.
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( fingers raising up this head to press them against the outside of the crown, which he's claiming as his own until he leaves caliban's place. he hasn't taken it yet, so clearly this is fine. )
So I'd say it was a good tour.
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