[The cuffs are soft but secure around his wrists. He tugs on the chain - they definitely aren't coming off. He feels a pulse of anxiety and the thought enters his head that this could all be a joke, Max making fun of him.]
It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
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Date: 2020-11-29 03:55 am (UTC)It feels... um, tight. You're, ah, not going to leave me here like this, are you?
[He doesn't really believe Max would. His mind just seems to pick up on the worst ideas and run with them.}
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Date: 2020-11-30 12:38 am (UTC)No. I would never do that. And if anyone ever does, I'd really like you to tell me or someone about it.
See, this is why I told you to remember Red Light. If you want out, that's all you need to say.
But as long as you're still enjoying it... you have nothing to worry about.
[Max lets his hands trail down Whyborne's chest slowly, tracing a line down to his belly and then back up again.]
I want you to have a good time.