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“I... Louis who? What child?”
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caraxburnell:
“I can’t believe Louis is going to be a father and it’s not with my child. I thought we had something special, Louis!”
“I... Louis who? What child?”
“Some women came into the cafe today and asked why I’m not married yet. Mentioned something about how my people are into arranged marriages, and love to marry us girls off young. — इडियट्स”
“Did you spit in her coffee? I woulda spit in her coffee.”
kyungwonrhee:
“Yeah, I suppose it is. But I don’t want to be an ambassador. I want to help with refugee efforts- help people escape oppression and make new lives for themselves.”
Leon listens, sipping his coffee. His eyebrows lift a bit at their words, and he smiles. “That’s really cool! Super selfless, y’know? Props to you.”
rivermoreau:
“Well I am. I’m the prowl, constantly.” River sits up, running a hand over Leon’s shoulder and arm, “Always looking for my next victim.”
They lean in playfully, baring their teeth like a vampire and going for Leon’s neck to bite at it playfully.
“Victims? What are you, a vampire? So that’s your schtick. Angsty, forever-a-teen vampire, wanted by many and yet still so alone,” he taunts, a laugh leaving him as River leans in as if to bite him. “Don’t bite me - I’m too young and beautiful to die. I’m also a little squeamish.”
kyungwonrhee:
“Uh, yeah, I am. I’m studying International Relations.” They sat up a little straighter. “I’ll be starting my second year next term.”
“International Relations? That sounds pretty interesting. That’s the sorta thing you’d study to be like... An ambassador, or something?” He queries lightly, head tilting to the side.
callmeminerva:
“Papa tells me the opposite, says I need to eat “heavier” meals on the chance that I might actually gain some more mass.”
“You are a little on the tiny side,” he agrees with a nod. “I think I have more than enough mass for the moment.”
“What? It’s never too early or too late for pancakes. Care to join me?”
“I think I’ll pass but uh, thanks for the offer. I’m supposed to be, y’know, makin’ conscious eatin’ decisions.”
“Mm-mmm,” they shook their head. “I am utterly lacking in all creative pursuits. I’m really quite boring, actually. I’m really only good at school. I’m, uh,” they reach for the back of their neck, looking sheepish, though not unpleasantly so, “I’m really just a big nerd.”
“Being good at school isn’t boring!” Leon argues - while he found a lot of his schooling boring, he didn’t doubt that actually being good at it might’ve made it more interesting. “Are you in university? What are you studying?”
kyungwonrhee:
“That is so cute! You’re a really good big brother,” they beamed. “Aw, don’t worry about that. River says that it’s pointless to compare things like that. They hate it when people are like “oh, I can’t even draw a stick figure.” It’s so silly. Sure, being artistic requires some amount of talent, but it’s also passion and practice. River,” they paused, a shadow of pain crossing their face, “paints all the time.” They shook the thought from their head. “Your sister is going to be an amazing artist one day, I’m sure.”
Leon laughs a bit bashfully, scratching his cheek a bit. He hides his smile with a sip of his coffee. “Yeah, complainin’ like that can be annoying. I’ve just accepted that my strengths don’t include being creative,” he says with a soft huff of amusement. His expression flickers just slightly as he sees the look on their face but he smooths his out, not wanting to ask questions they probably didn’t want to answer.
“Yeah, I think so,” he agrees. “D’you paint too?”
rivermoreau:
“I feel like I’m probably preying more on you than you are on me,” River said with a laugh.
“You think so? I didn’t really see you as the predatory type.”
“Oh, that’s brilliant,” they beamed. They thought about mentioning how their favorite artist wasn’t going to art school, but didn’t think it was ever a good thing to discourage anyone from pursuing a better education. “I’d love to see her work, if that’s alright with you. My room is already pretty cluttered, but I don’t think too much art is ever a good thing. My flat’s full of it,” they chuckled, the sound somehow sad. “My roommate is a painter, you see. Immensely talented. I dunno if they realize how wonderful it is to be surrounded by art, even if it’s cramped.”
“She’s pretty brilliant,” he agrees with a nod, proud little brotherly smile curling up his lips. He was disgustingly proud of his little sister, truth be told. One of the few things he ever consciously showed off about was his baby sister.
“Uh, well, she designed this for me,” he says as he pushes up his sleeve, reaching half-across the table to show the Totoro-shaped tattoo on the inside of his forearm. “Oh, are they? That’s really cool - people like that make me wish I was artistic. I can barely write my bloody name, much less paint things.”
Their face slowly lit up at the mention of books. They listened, forgetting their discomfort. “Oh, no, those are wonderful gifts! I love books.” They reached for the back of their head, unconsciously. “Your sister likes art? That’s wonderful. I know many artists, wonderful people all of them very… Talented.” Their voice faltered. River, who was never far from their mind, had floated to the for front of it. But they forced a smile and forged on. “Is your sister an artist?”
Leon smiles a little as their face relaxes, glad to see them ease up a little. “She does,” he answers. “She wants to go to art school once she’s finished high school.” Leon makes note of the falter in Kyung-Won’s voice, though he doesn’t comment on it, just giving them another smile.
“Not yet,” he answers, leaning back a little as their drinks appear in the hands of the girl behind the counter. He murmurs a soft thanks, eyes returning to Kyung-Won. “She’s only fifteen,” he continues. “So she’s got a while to go yet. She sells some prints online, though.”
“River beams. “Fresh into it too. Turned nineteen on February 22nd,” they laugh, “Oh man, you’re over the fuckin’ hill then.”
Leon wrinkles his nose, sighing softly. “So now I not only feel old but I feel like a predator. Thanks for that,” he huffs, nudging River with his elbow.
“Too true,” Rasjid says with a light chuckle. He nods at Leon’s explanation.
“Well at least I have some basis of knowledge behind this shirt, then,” he says, eyebrows raising a bit at Leon’s hand.
“Hi, Leon. I’m, um, Rasjid,” he says, returning the handshake, “You been in town long…?” Rasjid could’ve cringed at his attempt at small talk.
Leon gives the man a smile, giving his hand a firm shake before he retracts his own. “Nice to meet you,” he notes, before shaking his head. “Only a couple of months,” he answers. “You’re a local?”
“No– um, actually, the candles used in wax play are specially made. We don’t sell them.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize I looked that kinky. I’m just uh, here for normal candles.”