Euterpe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} framethephrases) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs,@ 2014-02-09 18:17:00 |
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WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: His place
WHAT: Friendy comfort
WARNINGS: talk of self-abuse, probably
When Padraig said help there was no thought in Euterpe's mind of denying him. She was out the door already by the time she paused and looked down at the outfit she'd been wearing around the house - too revealing, too form fitting, too suggestive. With a frustrated sigh she unlocked the front door again and jogged down up to her bedroom where she quickly threw some things around and settled on something she didn't think could possibly give him erection problems.
At his door she knocked and called though, "Naomhan? It's me."