[The words that fall off the others tongue have the right sort of conviction, enough satire, and flirtation to make Destin stay put, and not follow his ginger friend back inside. But he does move, only slightly to the side of where he sat, an unconscious effort to invite the other to stay, even just for a little while.
It’s hard not to note the others tongue as he laughs at his own sheepishness. Destin watches tentatively, still guarded in some respects, and takes another swig of his bottle to ensure that the flush on his cheeks could be blamed on the alcohol.]
Are you always this forthcoming to strangers? Or is it just those whose houses you’ve broken into?
Probably the latter? [And Anto's voice wavers as if he really doesn't know the answer. He does of course. What it is is far closer to 'only the cute' ones than either of the options he's been given. But truth be told, he's much more comfortable letting the man think it's something in relation to his drunken blunder.
Much the way that this also, is sort of a drunken blunder.
It doesn't matter.]
What, have you got something against cute and open neighbors?
[Which is flirting in his book, but also hold plausible deniability if he has to tell the other that he's just an arrogant asshole. It just depends on how the other takes it, at this point. The words are already out and --like the rest of him -- open. Dissolving into the air between them, and growing stale with every new breath he takes.]
