—OPEN POST.

[iuno]

TEXT — COMMS — ACTION — NSFW
( anything is free game, go for it )

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oh... you know ;)

[stilettoes]

[ nureyev's mind is seldom quiet, but the sound his mind makes in the back of juno's is always a dull, warm purr like an engine of a car engaged. well-oiled, finely-tuned, prepared to race at any given moment. but here, at this time, there is no need to race, or to go much of any place really. peter can feel where juno is on the station, somewhere meandering - maybe he's listless, maybe he's anxious - he tries to dig in a little deeper to it and feel around, probing in the way he does without ceremony or announcements.

he's a fixture here, perched on juno's shoulder like an incorrigible, clawed little thing, presence wrapped around his brain like a weighty, luxuriant shawl.

and then he finds something: ]

( Hot... Rebecca? ) [ a warm chuckle, all-encompassing. a squeeze. ] ( Juno, should I be jealous? )