sybaritic: (ha53)
Eʟɪᴏᴛ "gayest cinnamon roll" Wᴀᴜɢʜ ([personal profile] sybaritic) wrote in [community profile] pineslog 2017-05-11 08:26 pm (UTC)

Obviously, Eliot doesn't even have to say back. He doesn't even try any ridiculous, amateur bullshit with like OH NO, now there's icing on my face who could ever have guessed such a thing might h--anyway. A n y w a y.

The thing is, if either of them were going to voice that note that clangs in the air a second, just brief discordance like a record scratch, it would make more sense to Eliot than he's really had time to think about, what with all the information, and places, and people that he has apparently (does, apparently? currently) slept with all flying at his face. Unnecessarily decadent cupcakes, equally unnecessary frothy drinks, even a good story--it's hard to separate, where wanting to be liked stops, and that tiny ripple of pride begins. Probably not one is unclear on the concept that the world is a shitty place the multiverse over (everyone in this conversation who has died, raise your hands!), so, you know. Maybe one second a person can make marginally less shitty for someone else...he'd recognize that.

Still. No one is saying anything. Instead: "Casual is in my top five favorite flavors. Right after whatever this is, cupcake." :9

:9!!

Is he making that face, who knows. Further: is he now calling Cassian "cupcake"? It is, as they say, a mystery.

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