You may have to live with the agony of never knowing, I am not sure I should give you that much ammunition yet. [viktor informs him, even as his chest does that stupid patter to see pal with rio. he has to turn back putting away what needs putting away, glad he didn't actually write notes when figuring all this confession business out. he was tempted but that is something he'd never live down and rightfully so.
he decides on just putting meal in a paperbag, glancing up and snorting when he sees pal pulling some notebooks out of his bag. the look he gives is a very knowing one, too fond but he fears that's just how things have been and will be. ] Eh, we can stay nocturnal. Besides, you are not that difficult to convince, I think. No offense. [calling him a pushover in this regard, rude. to be fair so is he so.
well a shame about the beer, kind of. viktor reaches for one of the cups when pal comes in for another kiss, just against his cheek and it's such a sweet little gesture viktor has to fight not to duck his head. pal's going to be the death of him, the way he looks so pleased about this new development between them, even the little frown at the beer.
he resists the urge to kiss him again, grabbing the cup he meant to and moving to dump it down the sink.] Bring the other cup over? And if you don't mind grabbing my notes over there I can manage the food. [he tilts his head towards a notebook open on one of the tables, all laser schematics mostly because he's sick of not being able to weld things properly more than anything.]
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he decides on just putting meal in a paperbag, glancing up and snorting when he sees pal pulling some notebooks out of his bag. the look he gives is a very knowing one, too fond but he fears that's just how things have been and will be. ] Eh, we can stay nocturnal. Besides, you are not that difficult to convince, I think. No offense. [calling him a pushover in this regard, rude. to be fair so is he so.
well a shame about the beer, kind of. viktor reaches for one of the cups when pal comes in for another kiss, just against his cheek and it's such a sweet little gesture viktor has to fight not to duck his head. pal's going to be the death of him, the way he looks so pleased about this new development between them, even the little frown at the beer.
he resists the urge to kiss him again, grabbing the cup he meant to and moving to dump it down the sink.] Bring the other cup over? And if you don't mind grabbing my notes over there I can manage the food. [he tilts his head towards a notebook open on one of the tables, all laser schematics mostly because he's sick of not being able to weld things properly more than anything.]