on the low, i get vertigo from body overdose
Oh but it is so, so tempting to perch back up on the counter of the bar. He doesn’t, because that leveled stare at him wards him away just enough to decide to be a dick only after their food is devoured. He’d rather not let it get cold if he wants Casimir to have the full experience. So he behaves, but only just, as he preps their takeout boxes and plucks the fork up from the counter to dive back into his meal.
There’s plenty of time later for all kinds of shenanigans, but for now, Thorn is surprised when Cas actually listens for once — though he doesn’t let the look flash across his face. If anything, it’s a quiet satisfaction that he doesn’t need to say much more before the bartender is digging in and revealing his quiet approval.
It’s only then that Thorn looks away, focused on the pesto meal he’s got, taking enough bites to sate his stomach that has gone through a variety of flips and electric shocks. He looks up upon swallowing down the last bite to see Casimir extend the fork out with his meal on it, something Thorn hadn’t tried despite his numerous trips to the restaurant in the past.
Seafoam eyes glitter in appreciation, and he pierces a gnocchi to offer out in exchange before he’s leaning forward across the bar to take the bite straight from Cas’ fork rather than politely taking the utensil itself, and withdraws with a hum that’s almost heavenly. “Oo, I’ll have t’get that next time.” He says once he’s done with the bite of Casimir’s food, and pays extra attention to see how the bartender likes the potato pasta and the green savory sauce.
There’s plenty of time later for all kinds of shenanigans, but for now, Thorn is surprised when Cas actually listens for once — though he doesn’t let the look flash across his face. If anything, it’s a quiet satisfaction that he doesn’t need to say much more before the bartender is digging in and revealing his quiet approval.
It’s only then that Thorn looks away, focused on the pesto meal he’s got, taking enough bites to sate his stomach that has gone through a variety of flips and electric shocks. He looks up upon swallowing down the last bite to see Casimir extend the fork out with his meal on it, something Thorn hadn’t tried despite his numerous trips to the restaurant in the past.
Seafoam eyes glitter in appreciation, and he pierces a gnocchi to offer out in exchange before he’s leaning forward across the bar to take the bite straight from Cas’ fork rather than politely taking the utensil itself, and withdraws with a hum that’s almost heavenly. “Oo, I’ll have t’get that next time.” He says once he’s done with the bite of Casimir’s food, and pays extra attention to see how the bartender likes the potato pasta and the green savory sauce.
Hawthorn
so tell me your name and tell me your problems, i got the same
