[The grape incident lives in infamy, forever. Bring some nonmagical grapes to the Lumenarium next time just to snack on in front of the ministers, they'll love that. Palamedes snorts, giving him a nudge. Please, sir.]
When did you want to tell me? I must have been doing something impressive.
[You know, as if his phone call wasn't just in the middle of a serious conversation. It's fine, tell him the gossip about himself, he loves to hear it.]
And you do. You make this face, [he wiggles his fingers, A Face that is Made, this isn't purposely vague.] It's a dead giveaway.
[don't tempt him, grapes might be the only common fruit he likes after gorging through paleblood compulsion this month, purely to menace the ministers.]
The last time was when I was telling you I had your back. [he answers that, smile small as he glances over. he tugs him to the lamp then poof, close to the docks. thanks lantern friend, you funky little monsters.] I often think it at small things, really. When you bend your glasses like a madman, for example. When you're concentrating on a book.
[gay. it's like he's in love. the not face gets a face of his own, the other thread mentioned it. the pal is saying/doing something ridiculous face.] That is not a face I make.
[Ah, there's a point for continuing to ruin his glasses. He tugs them to a proper stop once they're through the lamp, to lean in for that kiss delayed terribly by all the Lumenwood mist (not good for kissing outdoors). The noise and... smells... of the docks make for a better backdrop, so before they head all the way down: a kiss, for loving him at the most mundane of times, which is really the best he could ask for.
That said,]
You're making the face right now. [is he. is that the face. or are there many faces, actually, because Palamedes is also in love, and that's just how these things go.] Come on, teach me something about the sea that isn't horrifying.
[It's up to Viktor to mediate Pal vs. Sea... Well, away they go to lunch, content, all things considered.]
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When did you want to tell me? I must have been doing something impressive.
[You know, as if his phone call wasn't just in the middle of a serious conversation. It's fine, tell him the gossip about himself, he loves to hear it.]
And you do. You make this face, [he wiggles his fingers, A Face that is Made, this isn't purposely vague.] It's a dead giveaway.
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The last time was when I was telling you I had your back. [he answers that, smile small as he glances over. he tugs him to the lamp then poof, close to the docks. thanks lantern friend, you funky little monsters.] I often think it at small things, really. When you bend your glasses like a madman, for example. When you're concentrating on a book.
[gay. it's like he's in love. the not face gets a face of his own, the other thread mentioned it. the pal is saying/doing something ridiculous face.] That is not a face I make.
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That said,]
You're making the face right now. [is he. is that the face. or are there many faces, actually, because Palamedes is also in love, and that's just how these things go.] Come on, teach me something about the sea that isn't horrifying.
[It's up to Viktor to mediate Pal vs. Sea... Well, away they go to lunch, content, all things considered.]