A lot of things, actually. His shoulder is the perfect headrest, for one. [ zetes says as he instinctively melts into sebastian's side once that arm settles around him, doing his very best to provide proof for this testimony when he leans back and makes himself comfortable. sebastian may appear to be made of angles and legs and sharp-edged exasperation, but thankfully zetes has known him long enough to discover all his softer spots, one such spot being his thigh, which zetes rests a hand on and pats affectionately. when he breathes in, all he can smell is sugary maple and smoke. ]
And okay, I see your point. But to be fair, I think Ben and Jerry's is worth the worst kind of shits. Lady Catherine would agree. [ or at least zetes assumes she would agree. why would she turn down food, really?
zetes reaches for another donut hole, also taking a moment to chew thoughtfully, tongue making quick work of any glaze left on his lips. it's true zetes doesn't have much affection for fighting, knives or no. he can do it with an agile efficiency, has been trained to do it for the sake of all those lives they were looking out for on the police force (and are still looking out for now, let's be fair), but it's never left anything but a bad ache in his chest. to make light of it all is easier, but it doesn't change the facts.
the thought of sebastian fighting isn't much better, but there's an undeniable comfort in the implicit message here. ]
Right. [ he traces a finger over the bare skin under his hand, drawing a smiley face that sebastian may or may not recognize as such. ] But let's avoid stabbing if at all possible.
[ he tilts his head to smile up at sebastian, the curve of his mouth subtle but warm. it's one of those you have to stay safe out there because i can't live without you kind of smiles. after a moment of meaningful gazing, he pops the other half of his donut hole in his mouth and then holds up one of his sugar-coated fingers. ]
[ this is the problem with letting men date each other, by the way; they are first in line to consider "the worst kind of shits" appropriate breakfast conversation. fortunately for the sake of this thread retaining like, a single iota of class, sebastian loses interest in any such repartee while zetes muses, mostly because look, he is only human, and furthermore a human very fond of that tongue.
mostly.
the rest of what occupies him is that in quiet like this, when it's just them, sebastian knows zetes well enough to pick up even the smallest emotional nuances like notes in the complexity of really good wine, so while of course doing something dramatically sardonic with his sardonically dramatic eyebrows, he kisses the pads of sugar-coated fingers before actually, you know, sucking them between his lips up to the first knuckle. you see, zetes: he's not going anywhere! allow him to demonstrate with more suggestivity, as well as a level of doe-eyed softness absolutely no one else would believe sebastian actually possesses.
another little fingerprint kiss, for good measure, then sebastian considers giving zetes his hand back and decides against it, knotting their fingers together instead and resting them loosely on his own thigh, since zetes seems so interested in them. ( them being sebastian's thighs, naturally; being interested in them is only sensible. ) ]
What's "if at all possible"? What if they shortchange me at Yankee Candle, is that a stabbing offense?
[ the odds that sebastian has ever been in a yankee candle shop are zero. ]
You're delicious, by the way. [ which is to say nothing about the donut holes, ha ha. they were also delicious, but sebastian has priorities, and they are thoroughly banishing from zetes' chest even the tiniest ache. ]
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And okay, I see your point. But to be fair, I think Ben and Jerry's is worth the worst kind of shits. Lady Catherine would agree. [ or at least zetes assumes she would agree. why would she turn down food, really?
zetes reaches for another donut hole, also taking a moment to chew thoughtfully, tongue making quick work of any glaze left on his lips. it's true zetes doesn't have much affection for fighting, knives or no. he can do it with an agile efficiency, has been trained to do it for the sake of all those lives they were looking out for on the police force (and are still looking out for now, let's be fair), but it's never left anything but a bad ache in his chest. to make light of it all is easier, but it doesn't change the facts.
the thought of sebastian fighting isn't much better, but there's an undeniable comfort in the implicit message here. ]
Right. [ he traces a finger over the bare skin under his hand, drawing a smiley face that sebastian may or may not recognize as such. ] But let's avoid stabbing if at all possible.
[ he tilts his head to smile up at sebastian, the curve of his mouth subtle but warm. it's one of those you have to stay safe out there because i can't live without you kind of smiles. after a moment of meaningful gazing, he pops the other half of his donut hole in his mouth and then holds up one of his sugar-coated fingers. ]
Did you wanna try?
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mostly.
the rest of what occupies him is that in quiet like this, when it's just them, sebastian knows zetes well enough to pick up even the smallest emotional nuances like notes in the complexity of really good wine, so while of course doing something dramatically sardonic with his sardonically dramatic eyebrows, he kisses the pads of sugar-coated fingers before actually, you know, sucking them between his lips up to the first knuckle. you see, zetes: he's not going anywhere! allow him to demonstrate with more suggestivity, as well as a level of doe-eyed softness absolutely no one else would believe sebastian actually possesses.
another little fingerprint kiss, for good measure, then sebastian considers giving zetes his hand back and decides against it, knotting their fingers together instead and resting them loosely on his own thigh, since zetes seems so interested in them. ( them being sebastian's thighs, naturally; being interested in them is only sensible. ) ]
What's "if at all possible"? What if they shortchange me at Yankee Candle, is that a stabbing offense?
[ the odds that sebastian has ever been in a yankee candle shop are zero. ]
You're delicious, by the way. [ which is to say nothing about the donut holes, ha ha. they were also delicious, but sebastian has priorities, and they are thoroughly banishing from zetes' chest even the tiniest ache. ]