[He wouldn't be bothered by the umbrellas. Sex isn't much fun without a sense of humour, Isaak thinks, and if it's not fun it's pointless.
He will rather miss this, he thinks, opening the door into the pleasant little space he's carved out for himself, luxurious without ostentation. It would be a bit much to take with him, though.
He sits on the edge of the desk, idly undoing the buttons of his jacket.]
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He will rather miss this, he thinks, opening the door into the pleasant little space he's carved out for himself, luxurious without ostentation. It would be a bit much to take with him, though.
He sits on the edge of the desk, idly undoing the buttons of his jacket.]