[Looks at Luke's lore looks out the window... sometimes you're a top but it's complicated... death is now a prerequisite quest for this tragic backstory, whomp whomp.
She is right that he'd tell her to stop if he really wanted to, though; and maybe that, too, is a little bit of the reason for that complex knot of emotion. The fact that he doesn't--that he lets her push his bangs away, that he obediently lifts his water bottle and drinks from it like she says--only worsens that knot, but for now, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he simply lets her amusement fill the air between them, dampening the effects of his own.
He keeps himself upright, this time, toying with the water bottle.]
How's the coffee? [Safety redirection for safety...]
she tilts her head back, sorting through. the knot is concerning, in a distant sort of way, but she doesn't press. she's just enjoying what she has, for now. stealing away little moments, like she always does. she doesn't often get things like this.]
You're a master of your craft. [she tells him, bringing it up to sip.] I've been ruined for all other coffee.
[It's fine it's fine it's fine... it's better that it goes unacknowledged, really, and his vibes and body language immediately relax. In fact, there's that stupid burst of pride again--WHY DOES HE LOOK SO SMUG. HE'S NOT A BARISTA!!!]
Pretty good, right? [HEHE] I promised Dahut I'd make drinks for him, to go with his baking. I'll make a fancier one next time!
[Even he isn't dumb enough to use a milk steamer when he's tipsy]
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She is right that he'd tell her to stop if he really wanted to, though; and maybe that, too, is a little bit of the reason for that complex knot of emotion. The fact that he doesn't--that he lets her push his bangs away, that he obediently lifts his water bottle and drinks from it like she says--only worsens that knot, but for now, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he simply lets her amusement fill the air between them, dampening the effects of his own.
He keeps himself upright, this time, toying with the water bottle.]
How's the coffee? [Safety redirection for safety...]
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she tilts her head back, sorting through. the knot is concerning, in a distant sort of way, but she doesn't press. she's just enjoying what she has, for now. stealing away little moments, like she always does. she doesn't often get things like this.]
You're a master of your craft. [she tells him, bringing it up to sip.] I've been ruined for all other coffee.
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Pretty good, right? [HEHE] I promised Dahut I'd make drinks for him, to go with his baking. I'll make a fancier one next time!
[Even he isn't dumb enough to use a milk steamer when he's tipsy]