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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[ 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. )