ofgentleresolve / @petallines
It’s not like she hasn’t noticed, the way people’s eyes will gravitate towards him without question. Some people are just like that, Mana knows- Daniel was, no is, one of those individuals. In the back of her head, she can’t help but wonder if Gippal ever feels that pressure pressing down on his shoulders- to always be the life of the party, the beating heart of a group of people. It’s burdensome, really. “More like a rumor if you ask me. You can’t help it if people expect more from you than you want to give.” She snorts, nevertheless, looking away as she lets Gippal lean against her for balance.
Her eyes widen- is he, he’s not, is he? As far as Mana knows, this relationship is strictly platonic. Not that she’s ever spoken to him about it, but that’s at least what she’s made a rule of thumb around Gippal, especially since he seems to come to her more often than anyone else. She snorts. “What, you trying to take a page out of my book?” She half-drags him and half-leads him over to the kitchen where after depositing him against the counter, she fills a cup of tap water for him. “There are better ways of finding out, you realize-but if you really need to know, I wouldn’t be subtle about it. Not like, hounding them down or anything, mind you, but you know, not beating around the bush. It saves time for both parties, really.”
He leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he watches her prepare a glass of water for him. “Maybe. There’s always room for improving one’s technique, and I might learn something from you,” he slurs his answer to her, shoulders shrugging slightly. As he stands there, he starts feeling thirsty again, this time stronger than the last. Sure, the room stopped spinning, but his head has started throbbing. There was no winning, at least not tonight. Drinking to his heart’s desire always seems like a good and fun time when it’s happening, but afterward... not so much.
“Sure, sure, it saves time. But what *exactly* are you doing? Show me. I’m a visual learner,” he insists, hands coming together in as if he were praying. He’s wearing his smirk again. Gippal was already playful when he was sober, but add some alcohol into the mix, and it’s worse. He already has pretty carefree tendencies all on his own, and what little inhibitions he has fall away with every shot he takes. At his core, Gip just likes to have fun. “What’s Mana making a move look like, then?”