Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-27550231-20181218163027

Jorge crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe when Imperia leaves his side, his eyes inadvertently following her every moment along the way. A half smile finds purchase on his lips as he watches Layoka struggle with the book. Once more his eyes wamder and follow following Imperia's movements leading his eyes to focus on her rear but for a second before the turning of a page caught his attention once more.

He knew there was a day when he would be fond of leering at one such as Imperia, a day soo long ago. He did not quite remember as to why he thought he would enjoy it other than the way one would enjoy a painting but he knew there was something more. He knew as to the purpose of longing but no longer understood the feeling of it. He knew of the ecstacy that mamono were purported to bring but no longer longed for such indulgence. He found it strange to focus on her in such a way and before he knew it his eyes wandered back to her rear. But his smile was gone, replaced with a more tired and bothered expression.