@tundrapunch | cont (x)
he grins as she accepts and pops the root beer, bouncing his bottle of kombucha between his hands as a breeze streams over the roof. it's cool, sprinkled with ocean mist and the scent of salt. he'd always found it inviting. calming, even on days when the chill should be unwelcome on his nose, the tips of his ears.
gar chuckles. truth is, he hadn't known root beer was a "classic" either. at least up until he'd met vic. he'd learned there were a handful of things he'd missed out on through vic. but, hey. he had plenty of time to catch up on them.
her confession warrants his full attention, and gar blinks as he turns toward her. tilting his head to one side, he quietly unscrews the cap on his bottle, tossing it over his shoulder as he rotates how he sits to face her better.
❛ nervous? ...like. about the fireworks? --i got some extra ear plugs if you want'em. i always gotta wear them around this time... --and on the fourth. people can get a bit, uh. crazy with stuff that goes 'boom', heh. ❜
