[The door opens, and it affords him his first proper glimpse of Tseng since the unparalleled awkwardness on the beach — an awkwardness he's actually almost grateful for, in a perverse way, because if they're going to be walking on eggshells, he'd much prefer they be ones colored with the memory of long dark hair brushing his skin and a breathy demand to say please. Somehow, the sex is a preferable rift to the socioeconomic one. Possibly because at least the sex was earthshattering, while the matters of rank are just ruinous.
He sweeps through the door with a confidence that's a touch more of an act than he'd like it to be, taking a quick survey of Tseng's living situation as he does so. The aesthetic isn't at all surprising — modern, functional, and barely touched, looking more like a showroom than a residence. It's also significantly more expansive than his own, and he can see all too easily why Tseng would find it too large for his needs.
It feels strange. Tseng...hosting him. Offering drinks, and dinner if he's hungry. What even will happen, he wonders, if he admits he is? Will the resort staff come running, eager to fawn over their little lordling?]
Liquor. [He could use about twenty drinks. He'll start with one.] And...I am. Hungry.
[Then say please, he thinks, and doesn't shiver — but it's a close thing.]
You can bring me up to speed while you sort it out.
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He sweeps through the door with a confidence that's a touch more of an act than he'd like it to be, taking a quick survey of Tseng's living situation as he does so. The aesthetic isn't at all surprising — modern, functional, and barely touched, looking more like a showroom than a residence. It's also significantly more expansive than his own, and he can see all too easily why Tseng would find it too large for his needs.
It feels strange. Tseng...hosting him. Offering drinks, and dinner if he's hungry. What even will happen, he wonders, if he admits he is? Will the resort staff come running, eager to fawn over their little lordling?]
Liquor. [He could use about twenty drinks. He'll start with one.] And...I am. Hungry.
[Then say please, he thinks, and doesn't shiver — but it's a close thing.]
You can bring me up to speed while you sort it out.