[he seems just a little reluctant to finally release Tonic's arm, continuing to gaze at the stitchwork as it returns to a cryptic tangle of shapes in the folds of his sleeve.
then, for one of first times since they'd begun their meal, Tek lets his attention wander through the window of their alcove and out over the crowd below. he's getting ideas and considering options as the gears of the conversation continue to shift.
when he turns back a few seconds later, he has the beginning of a new, musing smile forming on his face, and he glances his companion over one more time, up and down.]
You know, we could still play for clothing--in a manner of speaking.
[he's not entirely certain that it's something Tonic would have any interest in, but it is his favorite way to play, and if any point in their conversation has a chance of segueing neatly into the idea, it's now.]
no subject
[he seems just a little reluctant to finally release Tonic's arm, continuing to gaze at the stitchwork as it returns to a cryptic tangle of shapes in the folds of his sleeve.
then, for one of first times since they'd begun their meal, Tek lets his attention wander through the window of their alcove and out over the crowd below. he's getting ideas and considering options as the gears of the conversation continue to shift.
when he turns back a few seconds later, he has the beginning of a new, musing smile forming on his face, and he glances his companion over one more time, up and down.]
You know, we could still play for clothing--in a manner of speaking.
[he's not entirely certain that it's something Tonic would have any interest in, but it is his favorite way to play, and if any point in their conversation has a chance of segueing neatly into the idea, it's now.]