Well, it happens. [Mr. Master Warden at 13 can't speak to this point, although he supposes it's different when he went out of his way to choose the responsibilities on purpose. Still. Allen can come to this party and relax with some, ah, explosives.
And wow, putting them so on blast... Palamedes makes a face, haplessly amused. Fair point, fair point—]
I kept that napkin, you know, with the notes? It's utter nonsense. Total gibberish. I'd be embarrassed for us if I hadn't had such a good time.
[So maybe sometimes he's in a lovely words state of mind and sometimes he's bonking into every proverbial lamppost; these things happen. He raises an eyebrow at the idea of picking him up at a bar - the hardest part would have been finding him at one, surely - and lets his hand fall from Viktor's shoulder to his waist, then his hip, then the small of his back, curling a loose grip into the back of his shirt.]
Really? Just for a smile? [Hmm, that's a nice thought, one that merits thinking about in greater detail—] Huh— hold on.
[He holds up a finger, wait, and tilts his head in Viktor's grip to take his glasses off. Those he leaves sitting on the arm of the little couch, looking up at Viktor with the full force of lovely gray eyes. This close, he can still see him - lucky, or he'd feel ridiculous having to put the specs back on immediately, ahem.
And ah, he would very much like to kiss him, but he's also very much enjoying this new concept of Viktor hovering there and observing him, so - dilemma.]
How's this? Am I more or less winsome? Keep in mind that the chances of me hitting a lamppost have now exponentially multiplied.
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And wow, putting them so on blast... Palamedes makes a face, haplessly amused. Fair point, fair point—]
I kept that napkin, you know, with the notes? It's utter nonsense. Total gibberish. I'd be embarrassed for us if I hadn't had such a good time.
[So maybe sometimes he's in a lovely words state of mind and sometimes he's bonking into every proverbial lamppost; these things happen. He raises an eyebrow at the idea of picking him up at a bar - the hardest part would have been finding him at one, surely - and lets his hand fall from Viktor's shoulder to his waist, then his hip, then the small of his back, curling a loose grip into the back of his shirt.]
Really? Just for a smile? [Hmm, that's a nice thought, one that merits thinking about in greater detail—] Huh— hold on.
[He holds up a finger, wait, and tilts his head in Viktor's grip to take his glasses off. Those he leaves sitting on the arm of the little couch, looking up at Viktor with the full force of lovely gray eyes. This close, he can still see him - lucky, or he'd feel ridiculous having to put the specs back on immediately, ahem.
And ah, he would very much like to kiss him, but he's also very much enjoying this new concept of Viktor hovering there and observing him, so - dilemma.]
How's this? Am I more or less winsome? Keep in mind that the chances of me hitting a lamppost have now exponentially multiplied.