[ Her hand settles on his chest, fingertips exerting light pressure as they make their way higher, and he pointedly looks down at it, his eyebrows lifting in amusement. He doesn't tell her to stop, though, just smirks slightly at the sight of her neatly-manicured nails scratching at his shirt before turning his attention away.
She's his girlfriend. She's supposed to touch him. ]
I don't recognize it.
[ Hardly a surprise, really. Benedict is not up on popular music. It's not that he listens to meditation chants all the time (just...when he meditates), but he's never really cared for the music played on the radio, and finds the stuff that blares out of the twins' room incredibly bizarre and hard to follow. It's another thing that makes parties hard for him. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2018-01-07 04:22 pm (UTC)She's his girlfriend. She's supposed to touch him. ]
I don't recognize it.
[ Hardly a surprise, really. Benedict is not up on popular music. It's not that he listens to meditation chants all the time (just...when he meditates), but he's never really cared for the music played on the radio, and finds the stuff that blares out of the twins' room incredibly bizarre and hard to follow. It's another thing that makes parties hard for him. ]