The icing on your cake, the cherry on the top
He opens his mouth faintly, aware he's been bested and struggling to come up with a reasonable rebuttal. There isn't one, certainly not one he can make, because now that she's pointed it out he wholeheartedly agrees. "Valid. Alright sooooo, some essence of Frey and a lot of Flora, and BAM, you're in love." His smile is honest and delighted at how true that sounds.
Trying not to undercut the seriousness of the situation that matchmaking flows into, he cannot entirely help it when her expression begins to take on the size of the advertised pancakes. A short laugh drops out between breaths, especially when she leans in like he's just saved her from herself. Though it could easily appear like she's got some skeletons in her closet, he doubts she'd open the door to it so willingly if that were the case. We all have moments we're not so proud of, where we don't shine so well, and it's embarassing to relive them to any extent. Everything is rather far reaching, so perhaps it was better phrased as he'd take everything she'd offer (sans Koa deets), but the timeline for it and the improtance of it all remains the same.
"Well that's not true," he asserts swift and smooth, right as she finishes claiming he knows everything and they can address whatever lingers. Pausing for a touch of dramatic effect, accusation drawn into the shape of his gaze as he wields it towards her, he relents after only a beat. "I do not know what sort of breakfast you'd eat if it was the only meal you were ever allowed to eat again. Or what animal you'd pick to either grow or shrink to the same size of the horse, without any negative effects for doing so, in order to have a new mount. " He makes a sound of thought, as if deeply considering the answers, and just as troubled by the lack of them. "It's really driving me mad." He dissolves back into a helpless smile beneath the press of her lips, the adoration rippling up like a wave, and he kisses back at the air in response as if space and time can't hold them back.
Taking her drink order in stride, he nods as though she's said the only reasonable thing so far today. "Okay so we're skipping right over bathtub and going to pool-size. You don't want to upgrade it to a private lake?" He doesn't wait for confirmation, because both are absurd, and he sees the waitress and waves her down with a tilt of his head, unwilling to unlace his hand from hers. "She wants all the orange juice you own, and I'll take at least one glass before you transfer the title over to her, please." The worker doesn't find it nearly as charming as he does, but she's kind enough as she departs.
"Is it?" he thinks, glancing over towards the menu that she points at. He already knows his order—pancakes. "No one really talks about it much, so it slips my mind."
Trying not to undercut the seriousness of the situation that matchmaking flows into, he cannot entirely help it when her expression begins to take on the size of the advertised pancakes. A short laugh drops out between breaths, especially when she leans in like he's just saved her from herself. Though it could easily appear like she's got some skeletons in her closet, he doubts she'd open the door to it so willingly if that were the case. We all have moments we're not so proud of, where we don't shine so well, and it's embarassing to relive them to any extent. Everything is rather far reaching, so perhaps it was better phrased as he'd take everything she'd offer (sans Koa deets), but the timeline for it and the improtance of it all remains the same.
"Well that's not true," he asserts swift and smooth, right as she finishes claiming he knows everything and they can address whatever lingers. Pausing for a touch of dramatic effect, accusation drawn into the shape of his gaze as he wields it towards her, he relents after only a beat. "I do not know what sort of breakfast you'd eat if it was the only meal you were ever allowed to eat again. Or what animal you'd pick to either grow or shrink to the same size of the horse, without any negative effects for doing so, in order to have a new mount. " He makes a sound of thought, as if deeply considering the answers, and just as troubled by the lack of them. "It's really driving me mad." He dissolves back into a helpless smile beneath the press of her lips, the adoration rippling up like a wave, and he kisses back at the air in response as if space and time can't hold them back.
Taking her drink order in stride, he nods as though she's said the only reasonable thing so far today. "Okay so we're skipping right over bathtub and going to pool-size. You don't want to upgrade it to a private lake?" He doesn't wait for confirmation, because both are absurd, and he sees the waitress and waves her down with a tilt of his head, unwilling to unlace his hand from hers. "She wants all the orange juice you own, and I'll take at least one glass before you transfer the title over to her, please." The worker doesn't find it nearly as charming as he does, but she's kind enough as she departs.
"Is it?" he thinks, glancing over towards the menu that she points at. He already knows his order—pancakes. "No one really talks about it much, so it slips my mind."
Kaisel
The perfect mix of Saturday night and the rest of your life
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
