Leans closer.

"Truth is, I wanted to see your cock. I'm kinda disappointed now."

Makes a bit of a face and shrugs.

Have to run. Catch you later

laughs and shakes my head

You’re a nut. But that’s what makes you so cute and likable

Lots of mowing not hackinģ prunella down
Most usa folks pigs no sharkess in rolling plans thinks that covers it?

*back from the drill, and home early, since my boss said "don't come back! Have a good weekend and I'll see you Monday".

Curling up on the couch, and Bruce brings me a diet Pepsi*

Lol reads all that again

"Oh! Yeah, cause I'm bluffing."

Clicks her tongue.

"Too bad you don't have the time. You'll never know now."

Smirks and blushes a little.

Joy

If I had more time I would call your bluff

G

Grab

aww
he was a favourite of mine too

Smiles and licks her bottom lip a little.

"Do you want me to or not?"

Laughs like a loon.

(You’re invited to cgirl1)

ode

No, was that a offer or sarcasm
laughing still

blinks
oh - you're right - we're pushing things in here

Much mowing today.
Did NOT mow the patch of prunella blossoms, heal-all, y'know,
Will go out after dark and squirm around, naked, all over it.
Yes missy, will invite SharkESS.
No Jilly, I expect her to decline.

Apartment
A huff of a laugh at that, and the tap to his nose. "Mm, seems unlikely."

In some ways, it does boost his confidence. If you didn't drop him with all of his worsts up front, it seems unlikely you will now. It might take time for him to think he isn't horrible, but there's a relief and freedom in not worrying so much about rejection.

There's just a hint of cockiness in his smile, as you flirt back. "Oh, I am." Good in bed, that is. That is not where his confidence lacks these days. "You don't have to just take my word for it." Okay, you kind of do have to take his word for it - but the implication he's happy to prove it to you later remains.

"I can barely open my eyes, Talia, and still see a wealth of beauty." A hint of a smile. "You might knock me off my feet, when I can properly look at you."

A wondering little shake of his head at your claim he was fantastic, ears going pink again, so that when your fingers trail over it you can feel the heat there. "If sad karaoke is what does it for you, I won't argue." The words undercut slightly by the bashfulness - you thinking they were fantastic at their worst is a pretty high compliment.

"Good. I cannot begin to eat everything I make. It's a problem."

Glee in disappointing your parents? Maybe you can help him get there, then. A soft, pleased sound as you let them draw you into them, the brush of your leg against their own.

"I believe you will." There's admiration, and a bit of wishfulness in there. He kind of wishes he was as cool with figuring himself out as you seem to be.

An amused tilt of lips. "You're not talking me out of being impressed. I speak one language. Despite having travelled as much as I have."

They do think you and Mei would hit it off. But then, everyone is charmed by Mei. But she remains part of the roil of grief, at least in the moment. So he'll let that go, without comment.

A little squirm at that tickle, "hey, play nice!" They are in no shape to fight back. It does distract them from you connecting all the pieces, though, which is maybe a kindness in and of itself.

A full blown smile, for a moment, at that question. "I loved it. It was living the dream, even living with four roommates and working multiple jobs. I loved New York, I was working with incredible, brilliant, talented people who were as passionate as I was, honing my craft, doing what I loved. I'm never happier than when I'm performing, usually, and I was always rehearsing or performing." If not for the few weeks of utter joy he'd had with Dee before the play started, he'd say it's hte happiest he's ever been.

You do know he's delighted to have you just talk about yourself. Infinitely less depressing. And if he's this interested hung over, well, it's clearly genuine.

"I'd love to hear about more of them," there's a gentleness there, in response to the sheepishness.

"Rugelach. God, the rugelach in New York, were, like, chef's kiss. So good. I've never tried making them before..." Guess he has his next project, at least, whenver he sees you again.

A little nudge of his foot against yours. "You can list more. Just widens the list of things you might get to eat." Made here, at least.

"Exploring together sounds pretty good. I've been so wrapped up in... well, I haven't done much exploring myself."

There's almost a pout, as you say duty calls. Disappointment clear, though they don't object. The pout disappears into a soft, pleased smile at the lingering kiss to their cheek.

"I'll try." Eventually, they'll eat something.

You get a gentle squeeze, before they let you go. You adjust the blinds, and get a soft, "absolutely an angel," from the bed.

They'd see you out, but they're a little leery of getting up right now. They do their best to watch you go, but the headache is making a bit of a resurgence. So when you're gone, they are going to do their best to curl up in the dark and go back to sleep for a bit. Eventually, they'll eat and drink more water.

Later, hours later, you're getting a text from him. ::This is Leo. Thank you. When do I get to cook you dinner?::

(l/p)

I um, that is all so new to me, but …
My place is near here?

Take off their shirts