[Oh good, they are simpatico. There'd be no harm in sitting here and finishing a meal as normal, but there is a unique little thrill in being wanted enough to end the meal early and go home together. Palamedes scoffs at "mildly wasted" and pops the rest of this other potato piece in his mouth, just in time for Rio to come and say hello. He stands, but immediately stoops down to mumble some hellos to Rio and give her some much-deserved frill-pats.]
You know saying that to me is only going to make me ask, [he says, looking up at Viktor with a raised eyebrow. Yes, what was in the script, was it cute—] When the sun comes out again, you'll have your work cut out for you, to convince me to go outside.
[Sunshine... wary. With Rio sufficiently petted Palamedes straightens up, shuffling over to his things to put his handful of gray layers back on, then thumbs through his new notebooks to pick out just a few, which he tucks under his arm. The rest can stay here; and ah, he's amused at their own... carrying on, like this? Briskly tidying up to go home and kiss each other senseless, because that is the plan, he's there— it's... a brand.
It's a good brand. He slides the rest of the notebooks in the bag out of the way and returns to Viktor and the table, bright-eyed and intent. He tips one of the cups of terminally flat beer a little, to frown at it, and when he turns to look at Viktor he can't resist catching him under the chin with a light touch and darting in to press a kiss against his cheek. He's helping.]
Sorry— my last public lab infraction, I swear. What can I carry?
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You know saying that to me is only going to make me ask, [he says, looking up at Viktor with a raised eyebrow. Yes, what was in the script, was it cute—] When the sun comes out again, you'll have your work cut out for you, to convince me to go outside.
[Sunshine... wary. With Rio sufficiently petted Palamedes straightens up, shuffling over to his things to put his handful of gray layers back on, then thumbs through his new notebooks to pick out just a few, which he tucks under his arm. The rest can stay here; and ah, he's amused at their own... carrying on, like this? Briskly tidying up to go home and kiss each other senseless, because that is the plan, he's there— it's... a brand.
It's a good brand. He slides the rest of the notebooks in the bag out of the way and returns to Viktor and the table, bright-eyed and intent. He tips one of the cups of terminally flat beer a little, to frown at it, and when he turns to look at Viktor he can't resist catching him under the chin with a light touch and darting in to press a kiss against his cheek. He's helping.]
Sorry— my last public lab infraction, I swear. What can I carry?