oh, that certainly is -- a photo, isn't it. it takes a moment for koby to register, blinking (no glasses, there's a slight difference in the shape of the face, different colored eyes), realizing it's not tim. and then, of course, the one person it could be, remembering the library and the mirth in those bright eyes and the flutter of curiosity and attraction and giddiness. then:]
Fiyero, right? It's I don't think you meant to send this to me.
And what if I happen to like sweater vests? What do you say then?
So kindness compounded with a very flattering sweater vest - tell me again why I wouldn't want to send you a photo of me? Perhaps I was hoping you'd send one back. It would be the polite thing to do, after all.
Yes, I like them very much. That doesn't mean I think they're objectively as attractive as you shirtless.
Fine.
[a pause, then, a photo of koby as he is now, in the piano bar -- it's quiet, a good place to actually eat something while he's organizing notes or typing things up:]
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RUBS MY GAY LITTLE HANDS 2GETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh, that certainly is -- a photo, isn't it. it takes a moment for koby to register, blinking (no glasses, there's a slight difference in the shape of the face, different colored eyes), realizing it's not tim. and then, of course, the one person it could be, remembering the library and the mirth in those bright eyes and the flutter of curiosity and attraction and giddiness. then:]
Fiyero, right? It's
I don't think you meant to send this to me.
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And the sentiment still stands.
[ a beat, because he's looking at the little user name. ]
Koby, isn't it?
You were very kind at breakfast when I arrived.
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I was wearing a SWEATERVEST when you met me, you can't assume flattering things in comparison to
That photo.
Well, yes. I try to be. To everyone.
[he's not flustered, you're flustered.]
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So kindness compounded with a very flattering sweater vest - tell me again why I wouldn't want to send you a photo of me?
Perhaps I was hoping you'd send one back.
It would be the polite thing to do, after all.
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Well. I don't think you MEANT to. Am I wrong?
You want a picture right now? Of me? Of me right now?
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Are you wearing one now?
How will I ever know if you don't send me a picture right now?
I will wither from the anticipation alone.
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Yes, I like them very much.
That doesn't mean I think they're objectively as attractive as you shirtless.
Fine.
[a pause, then, a photo of koby as he is now, in the piano bar -- it's quiet, a good place to actually eat something while he's organizing notes or typing things up:]
[IMAGE ATTACHMENT]
There.
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[ whoops, koby. there's something sent along akin to this. ]
You seem lonely there - where is that place?
This house has so many rooms, you must tell me all about this one.
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[he's still gonna look, though. it'd be rude not to.]
It's the piano bar. I'm not lonely, Lincoln's here.
Are you finding your footing here okay? Settling in all right?