[He takes it, examines the latte art at scrutinizing length, and then finally takes a sip. Always important to test the merchandise before rendering payment.]
You are positively radiant when you're smug, which explains why you're always radiant.
[He reaches down to pick up one of Ryn's hands where it's folded on the countertop, tugging it free and guiding it up to his mouth; the first kiss he offers is the very picture of gallantry, placed right at the curve of the knuckles on the back of Ryn's hand. The second follows after he guides him to turn his arm palm-up, and is placed on the inside of his wrist, over the pulse.]
[even over gloves, those gestures are-- they feel so intimate, in a way, his ears flicking once more as a purple flush colors his face. this is very much a romantic sort of gesture, one that leaves him mentally bluescreening for a few moments before he manages to take his hand back.]
I- yes, adequate enough--
[he hurriedly turns around to go make himself a drink, but moves too quickly, before he's actually pulled his hand all the way back in-- the quick and slightly awkward turn, then, knocks over the latte currently sitting on the counter.]
[THAL'S BALLS THERE GOES THE LATTE and given the speed of the spilt liquid and the relative width of the countertop Thancred has maybe half a second to get out of the way before the hot beverage yeets itself all over his lap, and on one hand his reflexes are normally pretty good but
alex this is thancred Request: [1d20] Roll: [1] Result: 1
APPARENTLY THE DICE GODS HATE HIM SO.
good fucking luck, the entire front of Thancred's trousers, thou hast been latte'd.]
[it is truly a sign of the imminent peril his most valuable attributes are currently in, that he doesn't even bother to make a sly remark about Ryn yelling at him to hurry up and take his pants off because he's too busy, y'know, getting them off
It's a particularly impressive feet considering his gunbreaker boots go up to like above the knee so presumably he had to shuck those off too so area man is just.
[Bud you can't possibly think a cool damp cloth is going to suffice here please just bring an entire glass of water and throw it all over the BURNING SENSATION
remember when this started out as a cute thread? pepperidge farm remembers]
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[oh so we're trading now.]
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[Zero hesitation.]
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[he finishes it...
and hands him the latte.]
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You are positively radiant when you're smug, which explains why you're always radiant.
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[he looks pleased regardless, though, ears flicking as he folds his arms on the counter and leans forward.]
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[He says, and sips his latte with a slow and deliberate movement.]
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[he makes a show of deliberating, head tilted, humming so very thoughtfully...
before he finally nods.]
I think that's acceptable.
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[He reaches down to pick up one of Ryn's hands where it's folded on the countertop, tugging it free and guiding it up to his mouth; the first kiss he offers is the very picture of gallantry, placed right at the curve of the knuckles on the back of Ryn's hand. The second follows after he guides him to turn his arm palm-up, and is placed on the inside of his wrist, over the pulse.]
Adequate?
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I- yes, adequate enough--
[he hurriedly turns around to go make himself a drink, but moves too quickly, before he's actually pulled his hand all the way back in-- the quick and slightly awkward turn, then, knocks over the latte currently sitting on the counter.]
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[THAL'S BALLS THERE GOES THE LATTE and given the speed of the spilt liquid and the relative width of the countertop Thancred has maybe half a second to get out of the way before the hot beverage yeets itself all over his lap, and on one hand his reflexes are normally pretty good but
alex this is thancred Request: [1d20] Roll: [1] Result: 1
APPARENTLY THE DICE GODS HATE HIM SO.
good fucking luck, the entire front of Thancred's trousers, thou hast been latte'd.]
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[there have to be napkins here right-- he's grabbing double handfuls of them and hurrying around the counter, screaming internally.]
Are you all right, is it still too hot, here--
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[get the hot coffee pants AWAY.]
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It's a particularly impressive feet considering his gunbreaker boots go up to like above the knee so presumably he had to shuck those off too so area man is just.
Boy everything sure happens a latte.]
Yeowch, that's hot!
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[there must be a sink here? and like, towels or something, so that he can get one damp with cool water.]
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[Bud you can't possibly think a cool damp cloth is going to suffice here please just bring an entire glass of water and throw it all over the BURNING SENSATION
remember when this started out as a cute thread? pepperidge farm remembers]