"Uhh..." Skullius stammered.
"Don't 'uh' me," Aurolio said as his eyes twitched. "You can tell who I am, right? Of course you can, you wouldn't be alive otherwise with that visual impairment."
The pale man shivered before summoning a luxurious chair from a storage space whose location Skullius couldn't identify. Aurolio sat annoyingly close to Skullius and even scooted his chair even closer, leaving a very narrow gap of suggestive proportions between them.
Aurolio them blew a warm breath into his pale hands that looked to genuinely be stricken by a biting cold and locked his eyes on Skullius.
"Uh... is this allowed? I thought you couldn't just... I don't know... invade people's private spaces. Literalmetaphoricalandincludingthisoneaswell..." Skullius said, blitzing past the last sentence in annoyance so as to not be... too direct.
"I heard that," Aurolio said with snort. "It's not against the rules, so why not move as I please."
