( i'd drop everything to tag you back right away tf

cute, though. for whatever reason, he can tell this guy is really annoyed - it's not just the demeanor, or the way he keeps, or the words he uses. it's almost as though aventurine was feeling those things himself, and it's... a little weird, frankly. he doesn't get this annoyed, hasn't felt something like this in many, many years. it's hard to really sort out what belongs to him, in the matter of feelings, and what's an invasive, almost empathy-like intrusion in his brain.

at least watching a scruffy guy in a poorly fit dress trying to remove their wedding rings is amusing enough. )

Now now, you're hurting me. Is it so bad to be married to me? I will have you know, I make quite a fair amount of money. ( :)

aventurine crosses his arms, watches, smiles that same old, empty smile. the game of life involves speaking throwaway words that are always bait, to see if his company bites, to study how well he can use them. is this guy seduced by money? we'll find out sooner than later. ) Ah, but if that's not so appealing, I'm an excellent company. Surely we can fix our relationship with a good talk, my friend.