[He's called cute again, and Strangely Considerate Thief might notice Gepard's face turning pink- pinker as he's suddenly very disinterested in looking at the guy, grumbling a shy-]
Don't call me that.
[As he tucks himself back into his arms, holding tight. It's strange, being held and carried like he's important, like he's worth protecting instead of being the protector; stranger given who's doing this. (Or is the word what? Not who, what.)
He watches with blue eyes as they wind through streets, breathing the air in, out, in again - his stomach is starting to feel more settled, less queasy. He's taken to an unremarkable apartment building on an unremarkable street. Small. Barren, and intellectually? Gepard knows that it's likely just a safe house. Emotionally? He hopes the guy has somewhere...nicer, somewhere.
He's quiet as they enter, besides a slight surprised noise as he's shifted like he weighs nothing.
He's dumped on the couch, and he tries to get up and immediately regrets it as he lies back down again. He feels better. Better isn't a synonym for good.
But he watches and feels...weirdly safe, and Gepard wants to ask important questions like where does he get his blood, or if there's other blood-drinkers in Belobog or if he really tastes that bad...
...this might bother him, yes...
But first things first. Gepard shifts very carefully, the better to look at his...
Whatever he is. He licks his lips, tries to speak, clears his throat, licks his lips again - one of Gepard's hands touches his neck, then, back down again.]
What should I call you? [Then;] It doesn't have to be your real name. I know how this works just as well as you do. [Then.] I'm Gepard. Captain Gepard Landau. [Which the guy might have known. Judging from how he reacted, he definitely knew he was a Silvermane, decent chance he knew he was Captain Landau. Probably didn't expect being able to jump to 'Gepard', which was why he said it, as there was a time and place for formalities and that time and place isn't when he's on a strange guy's couch, staring at someone with dietary restrictions that forces him to eat...people.]
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Date: 2024-04-11 10:13 pm (UTC)Don't call me that.
[As he tucks himself back into his arms, holding tight. It's strange, being held and carried like he's important, like he's worth protecting instead of being the protector; stranger given who's doing this. (Or is the word what? Not who, what.)
He watches with blue eyes as they wind through streets, breathing the air in, out, in again - his stomach is starting to feel more settled, less queasy. He's taken to an unremarkable apartment building on an unremarkable street. Small. Barren, and intellectually? Gepard knows that it's likely just a safe house. Emotionally? He hopes the guy has somewhere...nicer, somewhere.
He's quiet as they enter, besides a slight surprised noise as he's shifted like he weighs nothing.
He's dumped on the couch, and he tries to get up and immediately regrets it as he lies back down again. He feels better. Better isn't a synonym for good.
But he watches and feels...weirdly safe, and Gepard wants to ask important questions like where does he get his blood, or if there's other blood-drinkers in Belobog or if he really tastes that bad...
...this might bother him, yes...
But first things first. Gepard shifts very carefully, the better to look at his...
Whatever he is. He licks his lips, tries to speak, clears his throat, licks his lips again - one of Gepard's hands touches his neck, then, back down again.]
What should I call you? [Then;] It doesn't have to be your real name. I know how this works just as well as you do. [Then.] I'm Gepard. Captain Gepard Landau. [Which the guy might have known. Judging from how he reacted, he definitely knew he was a Silvermane, decent chance he knew he was Captain Landau. Probably didn't expect being able to jump to 'Gepard', which was why he said it, as there was a time and place for formalities and that time and place isn't when he's on a strange guy's couch, staring at someone with dietary restrictions that forces him to eat...people.]