[ You know. He hadn’t quite thought anything through here at all. It was just impulse and seeing a familiar face, so chances were better to at least find someone sympathetic. He probably wouldn’t stand out as much if he were with someone else. Et cetera.
However, he hadn’t expected this as the ruse. He makes a little noise—half of a “huh?”—at the jacket being put on his shoulders, but the elaboration settles it. The thought also crosses his mind of how Astarion is a good-looking guy, isn’t he?
But if that’s anything he might feel shy about (unlikely), the thought is also quickly banished as the group is escorted in by the waitress. It looks like they’re taking their chances in getting a table, or at least deciding that since they’re here, they might as well get something to eat. The mild tension melts away as Tezcatlipoca cuddles closer like there’s a long, comfortable history of familiarity. ]
Thank you.
[ It’s half whispered as the group goes by, but whatever glances are spared are also politely, quickly averted. ]
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However, he hadn’t expected this as the ruse. He makes a little noise—half of a “huh?”—at the jacket being put on his shoulders, but the elaboration settles it. The thought also crosses his mind of how Astarion is a good-looking guy, isn’t he?
But if that’s anything he might feel shy about (unlikely), the thought is also quickly banished as the group is escorted in by the waitress. It looks like they’re taking their chances in getting a table, or at least deciding that since they’re here, they might as well get something to eat. The mild tension melts away as Tezcatlipoca cuddles closer like there’s a long, comfortable history of familiarity. ]
Thank you.
[ It’s half whispered as the group goes by, but whatever glances are spared are also politely, quickly averted. ]
I owe ya one. Or several.