[He giggled.] Not just yet. Soon.
[Eyes Vale’s stomach briefly before pulling up a chair so he could sit beside him.] Good to hear.
How did you sleep?
“I’m not sure if there IS another way,” he muttered, bending upward to grab the rope with one hand, and cutting himself loose with the other. His legs swung down when he was cut free, and he was left dangling by one hand. “The last time this happened, I nearly stabbed myself with m’own tool,” he added, then tossed the machete off to the side before dropping to the floor.
“Fixing the lights,” he replied simply, leaning out too far before slipping out of the harness— fortunately, and as always, his ankle was caught in the various knots and loops. “Oop! Hand me the machete under the grating, will you?”
Okay, dear. Just mind the glass. [Harnessed below the ceiling, swinging around, smashing some of the light bulbs because he’s too lazy to dim all the lights together.]
My Devil. *He cooed back, nuzzling into his face*
[Nuzzles him happily, the joy radiating off his body.] I’ve missed you.
[Practically squeals, throwing his arms around the other, refusing to let go.] Juuudas~!