08-01-2018, 01:32 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ this post is so terribly organized alkshdf i'm sorry my mind has Poofed it is now past midnight for me too so i'm struggling a bit
Desperado wasn't the only one to see something useful in the simplest of conversations. Heartache meant a hole in someone's armor, and objectively he knows that showing his hand gives everyone permission to fucking use it. Whatever jabs he gets now are wholly his fault, but at least Desperado has the decency to drop it. Where the firmness of his voice carves something out of Doktè's chest, it burns a hole in his own throat. It's for his own benefit, really. He's been there a few times before, stomach clenching around nothing for someone who won't look at him like that. Ever. Doktè's fun to flirt with, talk to, pester. Doktè denies his own curiosity but Theo rolls with it, cornering him for his favorite color, the reason behind his nickname, why he doesn't go by his real name. Eventually the people here might get the same treatment, but there's no promise of fun there. Not like there is in the way the other lion's eyes go wide and then narrow in irritation. His mouth quirks into a grin that seems to laugh even in his silence. The nickname is familiar, of course, as is his stubbornness.
(This is why people make fun of you, Theo. This is why they say you'd be cute together.)
At least Desperado had the decency to let it go. The mellow sincerity of his tone is relaxing, and to find someone who knew how to leave boundaries alone — alright that sounds stupid coming from someone like him, who pulled answers out of people like he was untangling a ball of yarn, but he doesn't pull too far, usually. When the topic pushes on bruises that are still too fresh, he withdraws a bit, changes tactics. Kazumi doesn't have the same subtlety and the smug look soon has the lion tensing up again, his tail lashing for a short moment (still a little too close to Doktè's face). But it settles into a smile (still tense) as he forces himself to stop his tail from moving (by tensing). "I think I'm plenty cute on my own," he huffs back, this time with genuine amusement. He stretches out as if to prove his point, shaking off some of the heat that's beginning to warm his back. If they don't hurry this up, they'll end up getting wet and however much he likes water, he's not interested in that.
He says that like he's not already going to need a drink after this. Not to the point that he'll... serenade a tree? That does sound like a good time, but he just needs something to wash away whatever this joining has left him with. "Sounds like a fun time. I think?" His head slowly tips to the side, the edges of his brown eyes crinkling with light mirth. "Might need to see that one for myself." Not because he was a social butterfly, whatever Kazumi thought. A chatterbox, yes. Annoying. Better at holding conversations than Doktè. But he was perfectly content to sit to the side or perched somewhere high and just... wait for the world.
Before introductions, he once again turns fully to face Doktè, the tension from earlier forgotten in favor of his own teasing grin. "I guess that depends on your definition of a gentleman escort, huh?" And — and hot dogs, according to Kazumi, and he glances back with both confusion and amusement. The innuendo could have very well been unintentional, or not. Either way, he's not entirely sure that the other interests him. He turns around again (it feels like he's stuck in a loop, why doesn't he just stand next to the other lion instead? he knows the answer) and takes in the rest of their introductions, and his own from Doktè's mouth. He flicks his tail against his jaw again, as light as ever. "I guess we'll be staying, then." The lion bounces up high on his paws and then back down, clearly, though subtly excited. "If you don't mind, I think we should go get settled in. But it's nice to meet you two." Mostly. They did seem to be genuinely pleasant, aside from a few dark spots.
Desperado wasn't the only one to see something useful in the simplest of conversations. Heartache meant a hole in someone's armor, and objectively he knows that showing his hand gives everyone permission to fucking use it. Whatever jabs he gets now are wholly his fault, but at least Desperado has the decency to drop it. Where the firmness of his voice carves something out of Doktè's chest, it burns a hole in his own throat. It's for his own benefit, really. He's been there a few times before, stomach clenching around nothing for someone who won't look at him like that. Ever. Doktè's fun to flirt with, talk to, pester. Doktè denies his own curiosity but Theo rolls with it, cornering him for his favorite color, the reason behind his nickname, why he doesn't go by his real name. Eventually the people here might get the same treatment, but there's no promise of fun there. Not like there is in the way the other lion's eyes go wide and then narrow in irritation. His mouth quirks into a grin that seems to laugh even in his silence. The nickname is familiar, of course, as is his stubbornness.
(This is why people make fun of you, Theo. This is why they say you'd be cute together.)
At least Desperado had the decency to let it go. The mellow sincerity of his tone is relaxing, and to find someone who knew how to leave boundaries alone — alright that sounds stupid coming from someone like him, who pulled answers out of people like he was untangling a ball of yarn, but he doesn't pull too far, usually. When the topic pushes on bruises that are still too fresh, he withdraws a bit, changes tactics. Kazumi doesn't have the same subtlety and the smug look soon has the lion tensing up again, his tail lashing for a short moment (still a little too close to Doktè's face). But it settles into a smile (still tense) as he forces himself to stop his tail from moving (by tensing). "I think I'm plenty cute on my own," he huffs back, this time with genuine amusement. He stretches out as if to prove his point, shaking off some of the heat that's beginning to warm his back. If they don't hurry this up, they'll end up getting wet and however much he likes water, he's not interested in that.
He says that like he's not already going to need a drink after this. Not to the point that he'll... serenade a tree? That does sound like a good time, but he just needs something to wash away whatever this joining has left him with. "Sounds like a fun time. I think?" His head slowly tips to the side, the edges of his brown eyes crinkling with light mirth. "Might need to see that one for myself." Not because he was a social butterfly, whatever Kazumi thought. A chatterbox, yes. Annoying. Better at holding conversations than Doktè. But he was perfectly content to sit to the side or perched somewhere high and just... wait for the world.
Before introductions, he once again turns fully to face Doktè, the tension from earlier forgotten in favor of his own teasing grin. "I guess that depends on your definition of a gentleman escort, huh?" And — and hot dogs, according to Kazumi, and he glances back with both confusion and amusement. The innuendo could have very well been unintentional, or not. Either way, he's not entirely sure that the other interests him. He turns around again (it feels like he's stuck in a loop, why doesn't he just stand next to the other lion instead? he knows the answer) and takes in the rest of their introductions, and his own from Doktè's mouth. He flicks his tail against his jaw again, as light as ever. "I guess we'll be staying, then." The lion bounces up high on his paws and then back down, clearly, though subtly excited. "If you don't mind, I think we should go get settled in. But it's nice to meet you two." Mostly. They did seem to be genuinely pleasant, aside from a few dark spots.