[Oh they exist, and provide a very specific function, but there are far faster and more efficient ways to communicate with others. Maybe one day he'll tell Constantin more about it--in a letter.
The thought brings a smile to Jackie's face, causing him to smirk into the lips pressed right against his own. If there was any doubt in his mind before, he's pleasantly drunk. And Constantin still has the taste of wine on his lips which Jackie doesn't mind. In fact, he's about to use his tongue for a more direct taste when Constantin leans back to shrug off his coat.
He follows that lead, doing the same with his jacket to reveal the tank-top like undershirt he's had on beneath it. Something that left very little to the imagination, and even the fabric that covered his torso clung tightly to his muscles. Jackie has forgotten all about the letters by the time they're kissing again--his fingers inching up the inside of Constantin's shirt bit by bit.]
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The thought brings a smile to Jackie's face, causing him to smirk into the lips pressed right against his own. If there was any doubt in his mind before, he's pleasantly drunk. And Constantin still has the taste of wine on his lips which Jackie doesn't mind. In fact, he's about to use his tongue for a more direct taste when Constantin leans back to shrug off his coat.
He follows that lead, doing the same with his jacket to reveal the tank-top like undershirt he's had on beneath it. Something that left very little to the imagination, and even the fabric that covered his torso clung tightly to his muscles. Jackie has forgotten all about the letters by the time they're kissing again--his fingers inching up the inside of Constantin's shirt bit by bit.]