[Does this make Ramon his biggest blonde loser yet? Blushing at zero words. Hah, take that, unknown competition! You'll never get a lower score than that. By the time Dolph opens (and reactivates) his eyes again, the blush has faded, leaving only a ghost in its wake.
He sees a chrome hand come up in his peripheral vision, and is the only thing in this room strong enough to pull Ramon's attention away from Dolph's face. He watches as those points of articulation fold into each other. He doesn't intuit it immediately, but he's given just enough pieces to think about it and put it together in a brief second's time.]
--Oh.
[He winces intensely, and his own fingers curl into fists over his thumbs in empathetic pain.]
Ennhhhrrrr.
[He meant for the offer to be a romantic gesture. But now that his attention has been brought to how much of a hassle it is for Dolph, he feels a little bad for not offering it platonically sooner.
That doesn't mean that this instance can't be romantic, though...
He is essentially removed from his (very comfortable!) perch on Dolph's lap when he adjusts himself to get deeper into the water. He can't be arsed to complain, though -- this vice grip of an embrace is quite nice. The only drawback is that it's a gesture he can't return. The best approximation he can do is place his palms on his upper back as their position shifts. Holy shit, even his back is ripped. Has he never noticed before? Or has he just never seen Dolph shirtless for long enough to even see it in the first place? Ramon wants to see more of that, thank you very much.
Dolph clearly isn't intent to let him go even as he settles into place. Now he has no choice but to actually reach across the bath to get his shampoo and conditioner. But before he does that, he reaches for the bottle of rum and takes a quick nip of it before holding it out within reach of Dolph's metal arm, else risk forcing the other to let go of his embrace, in offering. Afterwards, with his hands free, he cups a generous amount of bathwater within his hands and gently pours it over the crown of Dolph's head. Twice.
A single hand is all he needs to reach across the tub and, using a thumb, depresses the plunger on a powder-blue bottle into his awaiting fingers. Tea tree and mint; he likes the brighter scents. Dolph will smell like "Rayman" by the end of this, which is a part of him that most people don't get to experience unless they're lucky enough to work in the studio. One of Eden's better-kept secrets, only by happenstance.
One of the things that are intentional secrets is that their mascot has fingernails. Just another thing that makes him seem more organic and living, instead of plastic and toylike. He likes wearing gloves because they keep his hands warm, but it's a convenient convergence of motivations on Eden's part. In this moment, however, it will be acutely obvious as he drives his thick fingertips and blunt fingernails into Dolph's scalp in a deep, confident massage.
He's a little bit less careful around his cybernetics this time around. From this vantage, he doesn't see exactly where they start and end through his dark hair and the suds, so he only has touch to go by when navigating.
Ramon does a bit of sleight of hand where he spends some time getting Dolph used to the pressure he uses, and eventually starts backing off just enough to bait Dolph into leaning back to seek out the same deep pressure. He will, of course, be duly rewarded when he puts his head exactly where Ramon wants it.
There's a second where Ramon's hands still, and an impossibly large mass presses itself against Dolph's lips.
Ramon isn't really built for the way that humans kiss -- a real, proper, full-mouthed kiss. One has to get to the underside of his head to get to anything that isn't just the corners of his mouth. He has to tilt his head so that he's pointed at the ceiling, and given a bit of an angle to the side so that Dolph's whole face isn't smashed against the underside of Ramon's nose. If he was connected to a neck, this would be impossible at worst and uncomfortable at best, but thankfully it doesn't feel like anything other than kind of ridiculous from a third person's perspective. Even among life on Earth, this kind of kissing is pretty novel to humans, so of course the alien from Dimension X isn't built for it either. Just one of the countless human habits he's spent a lifetime trying to emulate.
He makes the best of it, though.
He still has the same articulation in his mouth as a human at least, so the lip-lock is simultaneously accurate and overwhelming. What covers the entire span of Dolph's mouth is only a fraction of Ramon's. He's obviously practiced this on others -- a conscious, almost surgically accurate execution of not going too far. Not too stiff, not too loose, as he captures Dolph's lower lip between his, adding the slightest touch of suction.]
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He sees a chrome hand come up in his peripheral vision, and is the only thing in this room strong enough to pull Ramon's attention away from Dolph's face. He watches as those points of articulation fold into each other. He doesn't intuit it immediately, but he's given just enough pieces to think about it and put it together in a brief second's time.]
--Oh.
[He winces intensely, and his own fingers curl into fists over his thumbs in empathetic pain.]
Ennhhhrrrr.
[He meant for the offer to be a romantic gesture. But now that his attention has been brought to how much of a hassle it is for Dolph, he feels a little bad for not offering it platonically sooner.
That doesn't mean that this instance can't be romantic, though...
He is essentially removed from his (very comfortable!) perch on Dolph's lap when he adjusts himself to get deeper into the water. He can't be arsed to complain, though -- this vice grip of an embrace is quite nice. The only drawback is that it's a gesture he can't return. The best approximation he can do is place his palms on his upper back as their position shifts. Holy shit, even his back is ripped. Has he never noticed before? Or has he just never seen Dolph shirtless for long enough to even see it in the first place? Ramon wants to see more of that, thank you very much.
Dolph clearly isn't intent to let him go even as he settles into place. Now he has no choice but to actually reach across the bath to get his shampoo and conditioner. But before he does that, he reaches for the bottle of rum and takes a quick nip of it before holding it out within reach of Dolph's metal arm, else risk forcing the other to let go of his embrace, in offering. Afterwards, with his hands free, he cups a generous amount of bathwater within his hands and gently pours it over the crown of Dolph's head. Twice.
A single hand is all he needs to reach across the tub and, using a thumb, depresses the plunger on a powder-blue bottle into his awaiting fingers. Tea tree and mint; he likes the brighter scents. Dolph will smell like "Rayman" by the end of this, which is a part of him that most people don't get to experience unless they're lucky enough to work in the studio. One of Eden's better-kept secrets, only by happenstance.
One of the things that are intentional secrets is that their mascot has fingernails. Just another thing that makes him seem more organic and living, instead of plastic and toylike. He likes wearing gloves because they keep his hands warm, but it's a convenient convergence of motivations on Eden's part. In this moment, however, it will be acutely obvious as he drives his thick fingertips and blunt fingernails into Dolph's scalp in a deep, confident massage.
He's a little bit less careful around his cybernetics this time around. From this vantage, he doesn't see exactly where they start and end through his dark hair and the suds, so he only has touch to go by when navigating.
Ramon does a bit of sleight of hand where he spends some time getting Dolph used to the pressure he uses, and eventually starts backing off just enough to bait Dolph into leaning back to seek out the same deep pressure. He will, of course, be duly rewarded when he puts his head exactly where Ramon wants it.
There's a second where Ramon's hands still, and an impossibly large mass presses itself against Dolph's lips.
Ramon isn't really built for the way that humans kiss -- a real, proper, full-mouthed kiss. One has to get to the underside of his head to get to anything that isn't just the corners of his mouth. He has to tilt his head so that he's pointed at the ceiling, and given a bit of an angle to the side so that Dolph's whole face isn't smashed against the underside of Ramon's nose. If he was connected to a neck, this would be impossible at worst and uncomfortable at best, but thankfully it doesn't feel like anything other than kind of ridiculous from a third person's perspective. Even among life on Earth, this kind of kissing is pretty novel to humans, so of course the alien from Dimension X isn't built for it either. Just one of the countless human habits he's spent a lifetime trying to emulate.
He makes the best of it, though.
He still has the same articulation in his mouth as a human at least, so the lip-lock is simultaneously accurate and overwhelming. What covers the entire span of Dolph's mouth is only a fraction of Ramon's. He's obviously practiced this on others -- a conscious, almost surgically accurate execution of not going too far. Not too stiff, not too loose, as he captures Dolph's lower lip between his, adding the slightest touch of suction.]