[Okay. Alright. Well. He has two choices. He can either acknowledge that he's uncomfortable and squirm, or pretend like he's not. Fake it until he makes it, and as acknowledging that he's uncomfortable because Figaro's seeing right through him would give Figaro (a horrible name) too much power, Gepard decides to act like he's fine. He's fine, fine, perfectly fine. They're two big guys on a small couch, in a room barren of distractions, and Figaro seems like he's getting to a point.
And he's not sure how he feels about the point they seem to be heading to!
Here's another problem: Gepard doesn't hate what the point might be. He's not sure if he likes it, but he also doesn't necessarily hate it. The point that Figaro seems to be working towards is one that intrigues him as much as he's immensely suspicious of it. But also drawn to it? Mixed feelings, in other words.
So, Gepard...sprawls, a little. If his leg brushes Sampo's own, it's in a very comfortable, two guys being bros, sprawling on a couch sort of way. He's comfortable. He's in control, if not of the situation than of himself. He knows what he's doing. He's not half-hoping he's got an excuse to run out the door. (He does. If Figaro didn't have difficult dietary needs he'd be gone already.)]
I eat when I can and I sleep when I can.
[This is such a bad answer and he knows it.]
Are you saying you'll deliver meals to me? [Is that where this is going?]
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And he's not sure how he feels about the point they seem to be heading to!
Here's another problem: Gepard doesn't hate what the point might be. He's not sure if he likes it, but he also doesn't necessarily hate it. The point that Figaro seems to be working towards is one that intrigues him as much as he's immensely suspicious of it. But also drawn to it? Mixed feelings, in other words.
So, Gepard...sprawls, a little. If his leg brushes Sampo's own, it's in a very comfortable, two guys being bros, sprawling on a couch sort of way. He's comfortable. He's in control, if not of the situation than of himself. He knows what he's doing. He's not half-hoping he's got an excuse to run out the door. (He does. If Figaro didn't have difficult dietary needs he'd be gone already.)]
I eat when I can and I sleep when I can.
[This is such a bad answer and he knows it.]
Are you saying you'll deliver meals to me? [Is that where this is going?]