GIO.
When he watched the impish sirens trick Orion into a dip in the lake, he expected the event to be the most entertainment he’d have that day. An amused little smile was plastered on his face the whole while Orion splashed and trudged up the bank. The expression didn’t last, however – especially as his chocolaty gaze trailed behind Ori’s hands as they peeled the wet shirt from wet skin. Regardless of how innocent or mundane the action, it worked to have the elder man completely enthralled. And it was because he is a man that he found his tongue licking his lips like a hungry lion licking his maul. He didn’t like the way it made him feel, but even the notion he looked like a lecherous pervert as Gio stared at Orion was the furthest thought in his mind.
Gio was planted on a bench not too far away. Thick fingers tore apart little pieces of a long blade of grass plucked minutes before from the ground nearby. He didn’t flinch as the two of them locked eyes, and it wasn’t until Orion spoke that Giorgio looked away. “I wasn’t staring. One doesn’t stare at a thing of beauty, they appraise it. Besides, who knows if I’ll get the chance to see a dripping wet Orio again?” Broad shoulders shrugged lazily as he sat back on the bench, and discarded what was left of the blade of grass to the light breeze.
HIS MIND GOES BLANK, though not so much from a lack of thought so much as an overabundance of them. fingers thread together as he uses them to cover the lower half of his face, hoping that the obvious blush working its way up his skin would be somewhat covered by the action. that was a pick up line, right ? or at the very least something akin to it. nine times out of ten ori often misinterpreted things, and he would rather die than accidentally accuse someone of being flirtatious when that was not what they intended. stuttered statements and protests of all kinds die on his lips and he takes in a deep breath, holding it for longer than he intended before letting it out.
❛ thaaaaaanks ? ❜ is all he manages to keen out, his voice fading away. how else was he supposed to respond ? hey man, you’re easy on the eyes too, but i haven’t had to deal with advances of any kind since my fiance left me a year ago and i’m still stumbling around in the dark so pardon the awkwardness. no, that just wouldn’t do. dark brown hues scan over gio, almost as if attempting to replicate the action that such a word as appraise would imply. ❛ pretty sure you can stare at, ❜ he brings his hands up next to his head to make air quotes, ❛ a thing of beauty too. a complete dumbass could go to the louvre and gawk at the mona lisa and that’s not really appraising anything. ❜ still, he had to admit, if anyone was hitting on him, he surely wouldn’t mind if gio did. the hands covering his face slowly lower to awkwardly wedge themselves into damp pockets, trying to pull away the wet fabric that was adamantly suctioning onto his skin. vestiges of a blush were still dancing on his features and he puffs out his cheeks as he sighs. he was . . . what was that thing his sister had said ? the gay version of pussywhipped ? ❛ dunno, we probably have a lotta time and the mermaids seemed like they were having fun watching me flail around. ❜ wait, did he miss a euphemism in there somewhere ? ❛ wait. oh. did you mean — ❜ ori can feel the heat returning to his face at the mere implication of such a thing, and suddenly he remembers what his sister had said — cockshackled.
