[ well. between this and calling tseng a baby at thirty-one years old, tseng is starting to feel like he has more questions than he does answers. on the other hand, teleportation in a man who just stabbed himself through the hand to demonstrate his healing factor probably shouldn't surprise him.
tseng does pinch the bridge of his nose, then laughs briefly, then shakes his head. ] All right, I'll take you at your word. Just let me know before you appear in my living room.
[ because this thread started right before aerith left, tseng still has cause not to want someone dropping in on him at random—but give him three days and he won't care. ]
Whenever suits you. It's not like we have structured schedules here.
[ which, for a guy who has almost a full year of pto banked because he never takes a fucking day off, has been quite the adjustment indeed. what do you mean he's not on the clock? ]
If you'd like to do it sooner than later, sometime in the next couple of weeks might be ideal.
（ an easy shrug, a roll of his shoulders that seems lax and boneless. he doesn't hold tension in any part of himself, really. ）
Let's do it in a week. We can do our negotiations after you've had some time to think things through. I'll talk to Sasuke about my side, maybe you two can discuss something you'd like to try together, and then you and I can do a dry run and see how it lands.
A week sounds good. I'm sure Sasuke will tell you once we've had a chance to discuss, but I'll send you a message as well.
[ keep everybody in the loop and such. after a second, not wanting to overstep but trying out something new in terms of, like, making connections with people, tseng adds, ]
You're also welcome to visit just to visit, or if you're in the mood for dinner. I'm not bad in the kitchen.
[ is it strange, that the exaggerated flirtation somehow makes it easier for tseng to respond? he would have no idea what to do if cy were flirting like he meant it, but this, he can figure out. ]
Where's the fun in letting you know all my secrets up front? [ he lifts an eyebrow in return, then smiles slightly. ] I don't eat meat either, given a choice, so you'll be in good company.
[ he'll eat what's served to him at someone else's dinner, and if he likes you well enough he'll cook meat, but left to his own devices tseng also prefers a vegetarian diet. ]
( cy makes a little pew-pew fingerguns gesture at him, and then sweeps one arm out in an expansive gesture as they reach a fork in the path. )
This is me. Off to fleece the casino for my poor little slut allowance. Maybe I'll show up on ya doorstep in a day or two like a starving waif chirping for the good lord Diamond Jack to feed me. Or maybe not. Mystery helps to keep the romance alive.
( he gives tseng a lazy little salute — and if the man has no further questions and doesn't try to stop him, cy will carry blithely onward. )
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[ well. between this and calling tseng a baby at thirty-one years old, tseng is starting to feel like he has more questions than he does answers. on the other hand, teleportation in a man who just stabbed himself through the hand to demonstrate his healing factor probably shouldn't surprise him.
tseng does pinch the bridge of his nose, then laughs briefly, then shakes his head. ] All right, I'll take you at your word. Just let me know before you appear in my living room.
[ because this thread started right before aerith left, tseng still has cause not to want someone dropping in on him at random—but give him three days and he won't care. ]
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（ and since tseng probably doesn't know it, cy just whistles a jaunty little tune aloud. ）
You got a timeframe for out hot date, buddyguy?
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[ which, for a guy who has almost a full year of pto banked because he never takes a fucking day off, has been quite the adjustment indeed. what do you mean he's not on the clock? ]
If you'd like to do it sooner than later, sometime in the next couple of weeks might be ideal.
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（ an easy shrug, a roll of his shoulders that seems lax and boneless. he doesn't hold tension in any part of himself, really. ）
Let's do it in a week. We can do our negotiations after you've had some time to think things through. I'll talk to Sasuke about my side, maybe you two can discuss something you'd like to try together, and then you and I can do a dry run and see how it lands.
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[ keep everybody in the loop and such. after a second, not wanting to overstep but trying out something new in terms of, like, making connections with people, tseng adds, ]
You're also welcome to visit just to visit, or if you're in the mood for dinner. I'm not bad in the kitchen.
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Well, ( in the most wildly southern accent in all the land, ) I say, I do declare. I never would've taken you for a man of such vaunted domesticity.
( he drops the act with a broad wink, and then: )
Sure, can't hurt. I'm a vegetarian, for the record - team 'don't care if you eat meat though'.
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Where's the fun in letting you know all my secrets up front? [ he lifts an eyebrow in return, then smiles slightly. ] I don't eat meat either, given a choice, so you'll be in good company.
[ he'll eat what's served to him at someone else's dinner, and if he likes you well enough he'll cook meat, but left to his own devices tseng also prefers a vegetarian diet. ]
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( cy makes a little pew-pew fingerguns gesture at him, and then sweeps one arm out in an expansive gesture as they reach a fork in the path. )
This is me. Off to fleece the casino for my poor little slut allowance. Maybe I'll show up on ya doorstep in a day or two like a starving waif chirping for the good lord Diamond Jack to feed me. Or maybe not. Mystery helps to keep the romance alive.
( he gives tseng a lazy little salute — and if the man has no further questions and doesn't try to stop him, cy will carry blithely onward. )