[ The upstairs bar has very little that he wants - the alcohol isn't murderous enough, the sweets are too much of a thing that he suspects he's never had a taste for, and the company is... well, it's too young. Case in point, the little girl trying to burn a hole through the display case with her eyes alone. All in the pursuit of shortcake. Or, in denying herself that shortcake.
( He's not a stranger to denying himself thing he wants - and he knows, he just knows that he's going to regret this -- )
Juno takes the next opportunity to place his own order, pointing to some flaky, soft pastry: ] I'll have one of the p- profitables?
[ Profiteroles, the attendant corrects him; and he's fucking mortified, but presses on with a bit more bluster. ]
And the shortcake. Don't bother wrapping it, just give it to her.
JUNE 5 ( social link: get! )
( He's not a stranger to denying himself thing he wants - and he knows, he just knows that he's going to regret this -- )
Juno takes the next opportunity to place his own order, pointing to some flaky, soft pastry: ] I'll have one of the p- profitables?
[ Profiteroles, the attendant corrects him; and he's fucking mortified, but presses on with a bit more bluster. ]
And the shortcake. Don't bother wrapping it, just give it to her.
[ Jabbing his thumb at Yukari. ]