[ Of course all Fuuta can think to do for a hot second is sputter out that indignant squawk. On the one hand, he's glad that Beowulf seems to be paying zero mind to the fact that neither of them(?) remember their little tryst(???) since that's not really any sort of drama he's willing to endure. But on the other -- 'small and cute.' What kind of guy wants to be called 'small and cute'??? E-even if ... it's followed up by that oh-so-casual and seemingly earnest 'I love it.' Who the hell says that???
He's gone red all the way up to his ears in an instant, and the only thing keeping him from barking about how it's fucking rude to call anyone 'small and cute' is the fact that this guy seems so entirely well-meaning that it's hard to be mad. Fuuta instead settles for scuffing a hand over his face to try and quell the thudding in his chest before he grumbles, ]
... I mean ... I guess not. You're not the only one that's called me -- [ ughhh ] -- 'cute.' [ You can practically hear the air quotes around that word. ] But it's not like I want to be short, you know. It's more that you guys are unfairly huge ... though it'd make sense a place like this'd mostly want tall and built and conventionally attractive people, though. Guess you fit the bill in that way.
[ He pauses in his griping to finally tend to the coffee, opening one of the sugar packets to dump in. And before he takes a sip, he does muster the manners to mumble, ] Thanks for the coffee, though.
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[ Of course all Fuuta can think to do for a hot second is sputter out that indignant squawk. On the one hand, he's glad that Beowulf seems to be paying zero mind to the fact that neither of them(?) remember their little tryst(???) since that's not really any sort of drama he's willing to endure. But on the other -- 'small and cute.' What kind of guy wants to be called 'small and cute'??? E-even if ... it's followed up by that oh-so-casual and seemingly earnest 'I love it.' Who the hell says that???
He's gone red all the way up to his ears in an instant, and the only thing keeping him from barking about how it's fucking rude to call anyone 'small and cute' is the fact that this guy seems so entirely well-meaning that it's hard to be mad. Fuuta instead settles for scuffing a hand over his face to try and quell the thudding in his chest before he grumbles, ]
... I mean ... I guess not. You're not the only one that's called me -- [ ughhh ] -- 'cute.' [ You can practically hear the air quotes around that word. ] But it's not like I want to be short, you know. It's more that you guys are unfairly huge ... though it'd make sense a place like this'd mostly want tall and built and conventionally attractive people, though. Guess you fit the bill in that way.
[ He pauses in his griping to finally tend to the coffee, opening one of the sugar packets to dump in. And before he takes a sip, he does muster the manners to mumble, ] Thanks for the coffee, though.