[Gnosis, meanwhile, has just stayed Depressed™ and thrown himself into his work, which is hardly an unusual sight. He did this when Monch ran off, too, just sort of threw himself into labwork and woke up in a fugue state three days later with Closure asking him if he was okay.
It's lucky, then, that Gnosis isn't holding anything fragile or harmful as his chair is spun around. There's the beginning of a noise, the first syllable of Enciodes' name, before the crush of their lips cuts him off completely. The items he was holding, a pair of forceps and an empty plastic container, hit the floor on either side of him.
Gnosis does mental calculations, tastes chocolate on Enciodes' lips, and then remembers it is February and oh God, Enciodes' biological clock must have caught up with him, Gnosis himself completely forgot this is a thing because he's been so focused on other things. Instead of worrying about the discarded objects, Gnosis twines his fingers into the snow leopard's hair and pulls, half to provide the stimulation Enciodes is seeking, half to back him off so that he can breathe for a moment.]
We have— [he's not taking his own advice here, he's crushing their lips together again,] —a bed, Enciodes—
[They sure do, but Gnosis is licking his way into Enciodes' mouth anyway, not quite getting out of his chair yet.]
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It's lucky, then, that Gnosis isn't holding anything fragile or harmful as his chair is spun around. There's the beginning of a noise, the first syllable of Enciodes' name, before the crush of their lips cuts him off completely. The items he was holding, a pair of forceps and an empty plastic container, hit the floor on either side of him.
Gnosis does mental calculations, tastes chocolate on Enciodes' lips, and then remembers it is February and oh God, Enciodes' biological clock must have caught up with him, Gnosis himself completely forgot this is a thing because he's been so focused on other things. Instead of worrying about the discarded objects, Gnosis twines his fingers into the snow leopard's hair and pulls, half to provide the stimulation Enciodes is seeking, half to back him off so that he can breathe for a moment.]
We have— [he's not taking his own advice here, he's crushing their lips together again,] —a bed, Enciodes—
[They sure do, but Gnosis is licking his way into Enciodes' mouth anyway, not quite getting out of his chair yet.]