Ah- no, I— [excuse him, he's just going to seep through the floor now. despite how he rubs his cheek, it doesn't stem the flush of red that rises out of it. the deeper gulp of his wine he takes after is neither a good choice nor helpful in hiding his embarrassment.] That isn't what I meant... I'm not sure what made me say it like that. I just meant it would have been a little more... exciting than meeting me normally like this.
[he's also not sure he'd like to clarify it as "it would have been nice meeting you somewhere a little less... polite," either. it would be a little better if it didn't sound like he's putting himself down a little, especially since he's really not. it's just that meeting over lunch is so mundane. (never mind that he met Eiden literally when he was running errands for the church.)]
Seven minutes in heaven... I'm not surprised he recognised it, somehow. Eiden seems to be so versed in things like that. [there's a pause, a very sudden realisation that he should probably explain—] Ah. Eiden isn't from my world, either. I'm sure if we were from the same one, I would be more sure of what he called it.
[he giggles a little then, head shaking. But it does... sound like something similar to a "game" I've heard some of the older children whisper about, too. Maybe a little childish... but it could be fun. I can imagine it didn't stop there for some people, too.
[boy, can he imagine.]
I've only been in the dressing rooms briefly, at that. A leash decided to attach itself to me and pull me in there, so I... didn't really have that much thought toward looking around. [he was too busy soothing Basch's embarrassment. he does not say this. it's the strictest confidence, okay.]
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Date: 2023-12-30 02:03 pm (UTC)Ah- no, I— [excuse him, he's just going to seep through the floor now. despite how he rubs his cheek, it doesn't stem the flush of red that rises out of it. the deeper gulp of his wine he takes after is neither a good choice nor helpful in hiding his embarrassment.] That isn't what I meant... I'm not sure what made me say it like that. I just meant it would have been a little more... exciting than meeting me normally like this.
[he's also not sure he'd like to clarify it as "it would have been nice meeting you somewhere a little less... polite," either. it would be a little better if it didn't sound like he's putting himself down a little, especially since he's really not. it's just that meeting over lunch is so mundane. (never mind that he met Eiden literally when he was running errands for the church.)]
Seven minutes in heaven... I'm not surprised he recognised it, somehow. Eiden seems to be so versed in things like that. [there's a pause, a very sudden realisation that he should probably explain—] Ah. Eiden isn't from my world, either. I'm sure if we were from the same one, I would be more sure of what he called it.
[he giggles a little then, head shaking. But it does... sound like something similar to a "game" I've heard some of the older children whisper about, too. Maybe a little childish... but it could be fun. I can imagine it didn't stop there for some people, too.
[boy, can he imagine.]
I've only been in the dressing rooms briefly, at that. A leash decided to attach itself to me and pull me in there, so I... didn't really have that much thought toward looking around. [he was too busy soothing Basch's embarrassment. he does not say this. it's the strictest confidence, okay.]