[Deacon considers. He could still call the whole thing off. Sure, Ferran would be disappointed about not getting off, but he'd cope. But it probably would be good for them to know where the boundaries are right now and they only way they'll figure that out is trial and error.]
Okay.
[He's going to need to take off his shades for this. It's okay, he can do this. If Riley is going to push on his boundaries, so can Deacon. He whips off the sunglasses and tosses them to Zetta and proclaims:]
Clear the runway, I'm coming in!
[And dives under the blankets, wiggling down to get his head around waist-level-ish with Ferran.]
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Okay.
[He's going to need to take off his shades for this. It's okay, he can do this. If Riley is going to push on his boundaries, so can Deacon. He whips off the sunglasses and tosses them to Zetta and proclaims:]
Clear the runway, I'm coming in!
[And dives under the blankets, wiggling down to get his head around waist-level-ish with Ferran.]