jagger has two modes of functioning when it comes to doing things: meticulously plan out every intricate detail or completely wing it. he’s operating in the latter when he passes by the doors of all his usual suspects and instead beelines for samuel’s room in particular. on a whim, he’s decided he wants to go to the main island. there’s money burning a hole in his pocket (when isn’t there?) and he can’t think of anyone else who won’t judge him for spending it on the most obscure local artifacts he can find. and if he happens to sneak a cheeky pickup line in here or there, no one else will be around to overhear it. it’s been an arduous process luring samuel out of his metaphorical shell, and one that jagger takes complete credit for, of course. over time, however, the walls have slowly come down and his personal brand of flirtation has recently been met with positive encouragement.
not that he ever really needs to be encouraged to flirt with a gorgeous man.
knuckles raise to rap at samuel’s door in a syncopated rhythm, whistling a cheeky tune as he does so. jagger’s always been naturally musically inclined, though he doubts it was inherited from his talentless father. once he hears stirring within the room, he makes a great show of propping himself casually in the doorway, awaiting the opening of the door to reveal his chosen company for his outing. // @tffxsamuel
