[gansey smiles, amused, which probably wouldn't help the blushing problem kieren doesn't currently have.]
Social...iz...ing? Nope, never heard of it. What a strange concept.
[gansey's hair is getting a bit long, but he's still at the stage of looking handsomely scruffy instead of unkempt.]
Oh, lord, I'm sorry.[he smacks his own forehead, feeling genuinely stupid for having forgotten.] I have his schedule, though. We can make it after lunchtime, so no eating necessary.
Well over in England where real civilized people live it's where blokes sometimes go out together to chum around. Sometimes friendships are even made. Really quite exotic, I know.
(Kieren was fairly certain that there was very little Gansey could do to look anything less than unfairly gorgeous. Including getting a bit of a mop.
Kieren laughs at Gansey's reaction, patting his arm.)
That's okay, Gansey. You living people are so focused on food it's almost like one would suspect you need it to survive or something. Odd.
It might be a little fake. I have a grand total of three friends and one is my sister. (Now wait a second....) Sorry. Four including you.
(Kieren angles his head, smiling faintly at the fact that Gansey's hand was still covering his face. Stop that, you. He reaches out to gently pry Gansey's hand down and away from his face.)
I'm very flattered that you don't think particularly hard about the state of my heart rate, yes. I do so appreciate it when people treat me regularly.
That's exactly how many I've got, including my sister, and you can see how well the ones who aren't you can go, so as far as I'm concerned, you're doing brilliantly.
[gansey seems to have no intention of uncovering his face until kieren pries his hand away. it doesn't take that much doing, but gansey still has an embarrassed blush high up on his cheeks. he tries very hard to be mindful of kieren's condition, but it's also become increasingly easy for gansey to forget that kieren's not a normal living person with very cold hands.]
Good, even if I still feel like a bit of an ass. I'll try not to make any more meal dates.
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[gansey smiles, amused, which probably wouldn't help the blushing problem kieren doesn't currently have.]
Social...iz...ing? Nope, never heard of it. What a strange concept.
[gansey's hair is getting a bit long, but he's still at the stage of looking handsomely scruffy instead of unkempt.]
Oh, lord, I'm sorry.[he smacks his own forehead, feeling genuinely stupid for having forgotten.] I have his schedule, though. We can make it after lunchtime, so no eating necessary.
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(Kieren was fairly certain that there was very little Gansey could do to look anything less than unfairly gorgeous. Including getting a bit of a mop.
Kieren laughs at Gansey's reaction, patting his arm.)
That's okay, Gansey. You living people are so focused on food it's almost like one would suspect you need it to survive or something. Odd.
(He doesn't want Gansey to feel bad.)
That sounds fine. Whenever works for me.
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[he'd get a trim, but he's heard Things about the hair salon. screamy, cagey things.]
Is it a compliment or an insult to say that I forget you aren't also living people?
[he asks this from behind his hand.]
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(Kieren angles his head, smiling faintly at the fact that Gansey's hand was still covering his face. Stop that, you. He reaches out to gently pry Gansey's hand down and away from his face.)
I'm very flattered that you don't think particularly hard about the state of my heart rate, yes. I do so appreciate it when people treat me regularly.
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[gansey seems to have no intention of uncovering his face until kieren pries his hand away. it doesn't take that much doing, but gansey still has an embarrassed blush high up on his cheeks. he tries very hard to be mindful of kieren's condition, but it's also become increasingly easy for gansey to forget that kieren's not a normal living person with very cold hands.]
Good, even if I still feel like a bit of an ass. I'll try not to make any more meal dates.