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[kobes]

That's
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.]

[brainlessly]

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.

[kobes]

I say that everyone is entitled to their opinion.

Well. I don't think you MEANT to. Am I wrong?
You want a picture right now? Of me? Of me right now?

[brainlessly]

You were wearing one, so you must like them.

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.

[kobes]

[annoying. was he this annoying at breakfast?]

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.

[brainlessly]

Is that a way of asking to see me shirtless again? Or from another angle?

[ 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.

[kobes]

It was not, at all.

[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?