[His gaze drops slightly, returns to eye level almost immediately -- not wanting to focus too much on his mouth. That's too telling, probably. Because the tender touches and proximity, the proposal to run away together, none of that was particularly suggestive.]
Huh?
[Should they really be talking about that? Like this? His answer wouldn't -- shouldn't foul the mood (mood? what moood?), but...it's an embarrassing thing, even as the bayou itself has relaxed most of his brain...or...something.
Worst thing he could do here is make it into a bigger deal than it is.]
Not really.
[Precisely, no. He's been too busy for stuff like that aight.]
thank you. the trash took itself out. now i can live peacefully.
Huh?
[Should they really be talking about that? Like this? His answer wouldn't -- shouldn't foul the mood (mood? what moood?), but...it's an embarrassing thing, even as the bayou itself has relaxed most of his brain...or...something.
Worst thing he could do here is make it into a bigger deal than it is.]
Not really.
[Precisely, no. He's been too busy for stuff like that aight.]