reckoner: ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ (021. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ)
ᴠɪᴅᴀʀ ᵍ̵ᵃ̶ᵉ̴ˡ̷ᶦ̴ᵒ̷ᵇ̵ᵃ̶ᵘ̸ᵈ̸ᵘ̷ᶦ̴ⁿ̸ ([personal profile] reckoner) wrote 2017-11-30 08:34 am (UTC)

[ Then, active discouragement ought to have been his route. Though he would not have judged her "suitably obnoxious."

In fact, with each shift so uneventful, he's dangerously close to welcoming her presence. Rather than in the way, she distracts the winding out of his mind, keeps him tethered closer to the present where his eyes have little trouble keeping track of the motion around them.

If focused more, just now, on that second bag. He recognizes the symbol on it, and the lettering. Recent developments keep his lips from frowning as they might once have, but he's thrown enough to take the bag without protest. Besides, to leave her holding it out while managing all the rest would be more than cold.

Which doesn't mean he wasn't tempted. ]


You... got me something.

[ Repeated, a bit stupidly, as he tugs open the bag. Warm, flakey, a buttery and terrific scent. Now he frowns, but it's puzzled, mild, and entirely at the pasty. ]

And coffee. Yuna --

[ A reprimand on the tip of his tongue, weary and weighing her name, but the tenor abruptly shifts caught by the second drink. Still disapproving, but for a different reason. ]

-- did you get yourself coffee?

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