[oh... and here he was, trying to be considerate and read the room. his guest comes at him with an easy swing. he fixes Tek with a slow blink and a flat look before reaching into the tin and pointedly setting a button down on the other side of the table.]
Well, I've never gotten a tattoo.
[he says this with a smirk, but does not quite... return to where he was sitting. he stays stretched over the table towards Tek, looking up at his face, partly to be challenging, but partly because he's suddenly acutely aware of how different the world looks from this angle, and that leaning on it is better than sitting up under his own power, and that his lips are starting to feel a little bit like they're buzzing.
but he's fine. probably. just a little too distracted to sit up.]
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Well, I've never gotten a tattoo.
[he says this with a smirk, but does not quite... return to where he was sitting. he stays stretched over the table towards Tek, looking up at his face, partly to be challenging, but partly because he's suddenly acutely aware of how different the world looks from this angle, and that leaning on it is better than sitting up under his own power, and that his lips are starting to feel a little bit like they're buzzing.
but he's fine. probably. just a little too distracted to sit up.]