Jude
The genial touch-and-shake is at odds with the outright flirtation, and Jude feels like he inhaled some sort of airborne version of blushberry with how he feels hot to the touch and fuzzy-headed. So it's no surprise when he can't manage another comeback, clean out of any sass or comely responses. There's a good deal of static in its place though.
At least that static is a good distraction from the physical reaction Jude gets from quasi-holding Koa's hand, and the air conditioning in the shop helps cool the heat lingering in his cheeks. Enough to feel a bit more clear-headed by the time Koa holds up a shirt for inspection.
Inclined towards sensation over visuals, Jude touches the shirt gently and is pleased when the linen is soft despite its crosshatched appearance. Despite laughing at Koa's comment, clearly charmed, Jude shakes his head in a wave of dark curls and takes the seafoam green top out of his hands. "No, I think this is perfect. I like how it feels." Which shouldn't make him shy to say, but it undeniably does as his cheeks go right back to pink. Clearing his throat, he holds the shirt against his chest like a shield and motions towards the checkout. "I'm going to go buy this. But then maybe you can give me better directions to The Red Gardenia?" His hopeful tone makes it clear that while he does need directions - even if it means them parting - he mostly just wants to talk with the other young man a while longer.
At least that static is a good distraction from the physical reaction Jude gets from quasi-holding Koa's hand, and the air conditioning in the shop helps cool the heat lingering in his cheeks. Enough to feel a bit more clear-headed by the time Koa holds up a shirt for inspection.
Inclined towards sensation over visuals, Jude touches the shirt gently and is pleased when the linen is soft despite its crosshatched appearance. Despite laughing at Koa's comment, clearly charmed, Jude shakes his head in a wave of dark curls and takes the seafoam green top out of his hands. "No, I think this is perfect. I like how it feels." Which shouldn't make him shy to say, but it undeniably does as his cheeks go right back to pink. Clearing his throat, he holds the shirt against his chest like a shield and motions towards the checkout. "I'm going to go buy this. But then maybe you can give me better directions to The Red Gardenia?" His hopeful tone makes it clear that while he does need directions - even if it means them parting - he mostly just wants to talk with the other young man a while longer.
I LEND EVERYONE MY EAR, BUT NOBODY MY HEART
I'D LIKE TO CHANGE THAT, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
I'D LIKE TO CHANGE THAT, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START
