[hey??? Hey?????? He's not supposed to be this much like Eiden, that's not fair—
Olivine's fluster tends to ease faster than most, and well... he's not so ashamed of just how much he wants to try anymore. It doesn't ease the blush any, but there's a notable shift in it, at least. Sylvain never implied he wasn't interested, nor that there was any reason he shouldn't offer, but the warmth of his hand and the wink capture Olivine as well as any collar and leash ever could.]
... I didn't mean that it wasn't... I'm glad we got to talk this way.
[His voice is a little softer, still as warm but with an undercurrent of interest. Olivine likes forthright and earnest people, and the redhead giving such delicious options so freely is—ah. He was doomed from the start, wasn't he. Olivine is quiet for a moment, considering his words carefully. What he wants to say (everything, let's try everything) and what he ought to say aren't ultimately so different, but he's a sucker for being clear himself. Mostly.]
... I would like that. I wouldn't know what to pick, but maybe we can find something a little more... exotic to try? Or something you've wanted to try.
[His gaze flicks away, to the warmth of their hands together on the table. Olivine has about a million shy instincts, but he does seem to lack shame. Funny, considering how this conversation started.]
Mm... after we eat, of course. And you're very kind to offer... so thank you.
[will this be the fastest he's ever eaten? No, probably not, but it sure isn't going to make him slow down about it. Rest assured that he'll also be spending basically the whole meal imagining what Sylvain will do with his newfound knowledge and power.]
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Date: 2023-12-30 06:18 pm (UTC)Olivine's fluster tends to ease faster than most, and well... he's not so ashamed of just how much he wants to try anymore. It doesn't ease the blush any, but there's a notable shift in it, at least. Sylvain never implied he wasn't interested, nor that there was any reason he shouldn't offer, but the warmth of his hand and the wink capture Olivine as well as any collar and leash ever could.]
... I didn't mean that it wasn't... I'm glad we got to talk this way.
[His voice is a little softer, still as warm but with an undercurrent of interest. Olivine likes forthright and earnest people, and the redhead giving such delicious options so freely is—ah. He was doomed from the start, wasn't he. Olivine is quiet for a moment, considering his words carefully. What he wants to say (everything, let's try everything) and what he ought to say aren't ultimately so different, but he's a sucker for being clear himself. Mostly.]
... I would like that. I wouldn't know what to pick, but maybe we can find something a little more... exotic to try? Or something you've wanted to try.
[His gaze flicks away, to the warmth of their hands together on the table. Olivine has about a million shy instincts, but he does seem to lack shame. Funny, considering how this conversation started.]
Mm... after we eat, of course. And you're very kind to offer... so thank you.
[will this be the fastest he's ever eaten? No, probably not, but it sure isn't going to make him slow down about it. Rest assured that he'll also be spending basically the whole meal imagining what Sylvain will do with his newfound knowledge and power.]