[Zetta rubs her thumb over Ferran's knuckles as she leads the way. While she's been cooped up in the Institute, she started to explore the disused areas -- She was sure it'll be useful, and it's certainly proving as such now. She knows just the place, with plenty of couches for them to settle down on and cuddle as much as Ferran needs without interruption.
The lounge is silent save for the distant hum of the Institute's generators and lit dimly only by service lights running along the bottom of the walls.]
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The lounge is silent save for the distant hum of the Institute's generators and lit dimly only by service lights running along the bottom of the walls.]
Here we are, gorgeous. Make yourself comfortable.