Appreciate, savor, relish...I expect I'll be doing all of the above.
[Speaking of making choices, as much as he'd like to linger and get tenta-petted for the rest of this thread, there are clothes to look at. So!
He nudges at Ryn lightly, keeping an arm around him even as he loosens his hold just enough that they could turn and resume walking, if they both so desired.]
Now, what of this upcoming — hold on, what's that?
[We're going to assume there are, like, some example designs sitting around on display for inspiration purposes, and that one of them is this, and also that Thancred is pointing at it.]
[On one hand: he is horrified. On the other hand: this sounds like a challenge.]
Never let it be said I don't give you everything you ever want.
[He says, and steps free just far enough to pull his gunbreaker coat off his shoulders by the lapels and roll his arms back to let it slide artfully to the ground in a heap of white fabric. Without hesitation or preamble, he next hooks his fingers beneath the hem of the boring generic shirt he's wearing, and easily peels that off, too.
Because yeah. Sometimes it really is that easy to get him shirtless.]
[he's already working hard not to laugh as thancred agrees and starts stripping, watching as he sheds his coat and shirt-- not without appreciation, honestly, he is fond of the view.
but he offers out the shirt with one raised brow, once thancred asks for it.]
[He takes it, holds it up against himself a moment, looks down the length of his own torso at the considerably more truncated length of said shirt — ]
Seems to have misplaced about half of it, don't you think?
[No one is going to complain about seeing your 8-pack, Thancred. Anyway, he tugs it on, and sure enough! It's both a travesty and surprisingly flattering if you're an abs sort of person.]
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Seems to me I'm the one doing most of the satisfying around here.
[He grins.]
But you are lovely when you're smug.
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[elbowing him lightly.]
And I'm lovely all of the time.
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[kisses him right on that smug stupid mouth.]
But since you bring it up, I wouldn't mind a little satisfying right about now, if you're offering...
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[he hums against thancred's mouth, still leaning heavily against him.]
Not that I'd say no, but it's not the most comfortable.
[rynlan.]
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[That's not the only thing he meant, but also, we're in a saintly christian place of business on Animal Crossing island here.]
For the party, remember?
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[which is more than he usually allows, when it comes to his clothes.]
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[oh, boy.]
I'll let you choose what we both wear to the party. You let me choose what you wear after.
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[he considers, for a few moments, but-- well. he's confident he'll look good in anything.]
You know what, all right. I'll let you.
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[And because even in the midst of confidence week he's not unmindful of the implications, he gives Ryn a little squeeze.]
A pretty treat all for me.
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[so make your choice well, fuckboy.]
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[Speaking of making choices, as much as he'd like to linger and get tenta-petted for the rest of this thread, there are clothes to look at. So!
He nudges at Ryn lightly, keeping an arm around him even as he loosens his hold just enough that they could turn and resume walking, if they both so desired.]
Now, what of this upcoming — hold on, what's that?
[novelty t-shirts spotted]
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[he's deciding on this ahead of time.
he'll let himself be nudged along, though, turning his attention to the clothes, and--
hello what IS that.]
--you know, I have no idea.
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Ah, look, Perfect for you.
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[what are you implying!]
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[uh-oh. a challenge.]
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[hmm. he contemplates.
he gestures to the slut croptop.]
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Never let it be said I don't give you everything you ever want.
[He says, and steps free just far enough to pull his gunbreaker coat off his shoulders by the lapels and roll his arms back to let it slide artfully to the ground in a heap of white fabric. Without hesitation or preamble, he next hooks his fingers beneath the hem of the boring generic shirt he's wearing, and easily peels that off, too.
Because yeah. Sometimes it really is that easy to get him shirtless.]
Give it here.
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but he offers out the shirt with one raised brow, once thancred asks for it.]
Go ahead, see if it fits.
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Seems to have misplaced about half of it, don't you think?
[No one is going to complain about seeing your 8-pack, Thancred. Anyway, he tugs it on, and sure enough! It's both a travesty and surprisingly flattering if you're an abs sort of person.]
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he's just looking him over, hand at his chin, deep in thought. the crop top is a Good look.]
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[He waggles his fingers a few ilms from Ryn's gaze, like he's playing at snapping him out of his reverie.]
Still with us, then?
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[his eyes only!]
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[Judging by Ryn's moony expression, it is definitely not that bad.]
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[He reaches forward, catching one of Ryn's hands and bringing it back with him, inviting touch without outright guiding him to make contact.]
D'you think?
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