( despite the silent, desperate prayers to things he knows he doesn't quite believe in, there's not enough good humor left in the universe to ensure that the sour look he wears, the mask of boredom painted across his face, is enough to keep everyone at a distance. rather, it seems that a pair of vaguely familiar green eyes, piercing in a way he doesn't like, land on him as soon as the chirpy robot plants a glass down in front of him and adorns it neatly with a colorful straw. his fingers grasp it immediately, sliding the plastic until it dips and bends in his own direction, though he can't quite will it to his lips yet.
something still just feels wrong, like he should know better than to ignore the way the man attached to those eyes bats words at him, cheerful and pointed, and the suspicious, faint glance he slides in the stranger's direction is enough to put him in a state of unease. it all feels familiar and not familiar at all, and maybe it's the flicker of feline in that smile, the swift curve of his lips, or maybe it's the way those eyes feel all too akin to someone who he would rather never make eye contact with again. )
You do realize you could simply get your own.
( wryly, as he drags the straw to his lips, closes them around it to speak, muffled. )
drinks — vivace
something still just feels wrong, like he should know better than to ignore the way the man attached to those eyes bats words at him, cheerful and pointed, and the suspicious, faint glance he slides in the stranger's direction is enough to put him in a state of unease. it all feels familiar and not familiar at all, and maybe it's the flicker of feline in that smile, the swift curve of his lips, or maybe it's the way those eyes feel all too akin to someone who he would rather never make eye contact with again. )
You do realize you could simply get your own.
( wryly, as he drags the straw to his lips, closes them around it to speak, muffled. )
I don't do well with sharing.