// Got something inside, don't hide it, like dynamite ignitin' //
That he can't let a smirk break out, confident it would escape in full force and give him away, is precisely why he stares down the shrimp with an intensity that matches the oil bubbling around them. Looking at her now would ruin him, as if every glance hasn't already torn pieces away. It doesn't just take a look though.
The phrase lands not quite right, but near enough to the intent that he stiffens, no better than a dog waiting for keywords to find release. He'd meant to ask her when they first arranged this just how precise it has to be, given the length of it affords that many more opportunities for words to stray. He's not unconvinced the answer might change on a given day, certain moments requiring strict adherence to the original, a test of memory and patience, while others would call the specificity pointless if it means another moment of delay. "You don't say," he announces brightly to her, still avoiding eye contact. That Remi cheerily wonders about it is no help.
Pulling the latest batch of shrimp from the pot to dry, his attention lifts up at Ronin's beckon. The pleasant, easy tilt of unspoken hm? faltering at what comes next. It's a slow descent, trying to work out if he heard the man correctly, chill creeping in to replace Flora's heat. His thoughts are just the what an odd thing to say gif on repat.
Thankfully, Ronin doesn't let the uncertainty linger. A simper breaks through the caution, 'brows lifting as he sets the ladle down and leans against the counter. "You're gonna kiss me goodnight and tell me you'll love me forever?" he asks with a with a chipper ring to the question. "Aww, Ronin."
The phrase lands not quite right, but near enough to the intent that he stiffens, no better than a dog waiting for keywords to find release. He'd meant to ask her when they first arranged this just how precise it has to be, given the length of it affords that many more opportunities for words to stray. He's not unconvinced the answer might change on a given day, certain moments requiring strict adherence to the original, a test of memory and patience, while others would call the specificity pointless if it means another moment of delay. "You don't say," he announces brightly to her, still avoiding eye contact. That Remi cheerily wonders about it is no help.
Pulling the latest batch of shrimp from the pot to dry, his attention lifts up at Ronin's beckon. The pleasant, easy tilt of unspoken hm? faltering at what comes next. It's a slow descent, trying to work out if he heard the man correctly, chill creeping in to replace Flora's heat. His thoughts are just the what an odd thing to say gif on repat.
Thankfully, Ronin doesn't let the uncertainty linger. A simper breaks through the caution, 'brows lifting as he sets the ladle down and leans against the counter. "You're gonna kiss me goodnight and tell me you'll love me forever?" he asks with a with a chipper ring to the question. "Aww, Ronin."
Kaisel
// Take the music, learn to use it, turn it up 'til your speakers blow fuses //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
