lukas:
A broke college student, through and through, for the most part. Passed grants and the occasional pay rise, he had nothing to his name and even less to show for it. Perhaps why he was shopping for cucumbers and lubricant; a strange combination, but he had his reasons. The male turned to look around, chocolate gaze seeking an opinion, before another popped out and he pounced at the opportunity. “I’m going to steal you for just a moment, is that cool? Too late,” Lukas spoke in a near rush, suddenly holding up two cucumbers. One longer though thinner, the other shorter though girthier. “Which one should I shove up my ass? I don’t wanna waste my money and buy both, but this is an important decision.”
obviously not too fazed by the unforeseen interruption to his mindless shopping, the blond took his time to weigh the options at hand, before turning to the brunet with an apprehensive look. “neither.” he mouthed, voice soft yet brimming with confidence. reaching to remove the vegetables from the other’s hold and return them to their place. “would suck if you ended up in the emergency room with produce up there. go for a hairbrush or toothbrush, make the latter electric for versatility.” spoken softly while moving closer to the —vaguely recognisable— stranger, followed with an idle roll of the shoulder. “or just about anything sturdy you can sanitise. don’t want bad things happening to that.” he drawled, cocked head and suggestive brow; all charm.