[ah, that beautiful wreck of a face. it reminds him of home--the fun parts of it, more than anything else. it's a pang that he lets himself happily wallow in.]
I'm asking you. [he reflects the smirk, a little wry, as he tucks his hands into the slim pockets of his jacket and stands beside the other man as if he'd been invited.
he's compelled to be over-familiar, because that's how things were done among their types back home. whether by blood or simple similarities, family is always close.]
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I'm asking you. [he reflects the smirk, a little wry, as he tucks his hands into the slim pockets of his jacket and stands beside the other man as if he'd been invited.
he's compelled to be over-familiar, because that's how things were done among their types back home. whether by blood or simple similarities, family is always close.]