( honeyed words, met with silence--he doesn't offer any back, as though he wants to see how far he has to wade into the sticky waters to get to the truth of them. sure, going first is a ploy that gives his companion the easy way out, but it also means that it will show the kind of game this will be, card question-wise and otherwise. the man moves with a hand that's practiced and slow, and though he can't say he knows for sure what the man does, he can tell that he's good at this. delicate enough, smooth enough, that he's going to be a problem the further they go on.
he keeps his sigh behind his teeth, glancing over the card tower to the card in the other's hand--and then, with a jerk of surprise, up to his face at the question.
it boils his blood, a little. the idea isn't something he's ever considered, especially not when his family is already dead; he would gladly give his life to bring them back again. and that's the root of it, really: that he would offer up his own throat for anyone else's in order to save the world. the fact that his companion answers the way that he might surprises him; he doesn't let it show on his expression.
with a lick of his lips, he reaches for his own card--high on the tower, still, but something that requires a slow slide, drawing it towards himself with equal delicacy. )
Have you ever masturb-- ( his cheeks flush a little, jaw set, annoyed. he sets the card down. ) ...masturbated at work? No.
( a quiet mutter. ) You got the easier one. I would have answered that the same way.
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he keeps his sigh behind his teeth, glancing over the card tower to the card in the other's hand--and then, with a jerk of surprise, up to his face at the question.
it boils his blood, a little. the idea isn't something he's ever considered, especially not when his family is already dead; he would gladly give his life to bring them back again. and that's the root of it, really: that he would offer up his own throat for anyone else's in order to save the world. the fact that his companion answers the way that he might surprises him; he doesn't let it show on his expression.
with a lick of his lips, he reaches for his own card--high on the tower, still, but something that requires a slow slide, drawing it towards himself with equal delicacy. )
Have you ever masturb-- ( his cheeks flush a little, jaw set, annoyed. he sets the card down. ) ...masturbated at work? No.
( a quiet mutter. ) You got the easier one. I would have answered that the same way.