"It's my job to worry, so that others don't have to. And what I want I can't have, that's just how it always is." Rinzin wasn't depressed, but he wasn't happy either. He took things too seriously, everything was a plan or a plot that he either needed to help or hinder. He ignored everything else, his desires, his passions, Rinzin only ever knew jobs. If he decided that he cared about Janaff, then he turned it into a job of how to keep him safe. Rinzin was a borderline sociopath, it's how he was raised, he could barely understand his feelings of caring about Janaff beyond any sort of mission. In a way it scared him, very few things could but feeling like he might not be able to act right due to another person, was terrifying. As such, he was afraid of the pain he was now feeling as Janaff winked and seemingly taunted him with something he can't have. The way he expressed this pain outwardly was with a cold angry stare at the ground.<br/><br/>Micha pecked him back then nestled her head gently on his shoulder, she whispered kindly to him. "It's okay, the longer we're away, the easier it'll get, I'm sure of it. Everything is going to be okay, it has to be." Micha was upset, not from being able to kiss Seth deeply or anything, but because he was having such a hard time. She hated how much his past was hurting him, she wished there was something she could do to help, she felt useless. She felt like Pascha wouldn't have this problem, she always seemed to know what to say or do. Micha often envied her sister, but right now she really wished she had her ability to help others in need.<br/><br/>Pascha gasped as Selia started kissing her neck and grabbing her butt. She moaned slightly, and she was feeling quite hot herself. She then moved her hands to beneath Selia’s dress, and began rubbing the inside of her thighs over the stockings she was wearing. Pascha could only go by what was sensitive areas for her, as she had never done anything like this before. Whether that was true for Selia or not, she was certainly hitting the right spots. “You’re pretty... ahhh... good at this, Selia.”<br/><br/>Pascha’s construct was straining to keep it’s eyes on the road and not look at the girls making out in the corner of it’s eye. I can’t believe they’re doing this in public, I mean good for them but... what if someone drives by? My master can be so embarrassing, it thought to itself, and it would’ve frowned if it had more of a mouth.