Amadeus was really, really enjoying this, wasn't he? Ariel didn't even bother to look down, knowing exactly what Amadeus was doing and where he would go next. He hoped that was a good thing. "I've worn a turnip sack -- well, a potato sack. Same thing. Very, very itchy," and he was certain it hadn't done wonders for him.
"I wish I knew," he muttered softly. That was one thing he disliked about... Well, life. A world without color, he missed a lot of subtle things that took different colors to make. Instead, they were similar shades of grey. Ariel had to suppress a smile as Amadeus ran hands all over him - but it didn't stay hidden once he felt that kiss. "But it is unfair... You've just got so many layers and I just can't deal with them all. It's exhausting," he teased, hooking a finger into a belt loop and pulling Amadeus closer.