[If the couch is more comfortable than it looks, then Figaro wouldn't have fought him as hard as he had on sleeping on it, would he? And Gepard's mouth opens to say just as much, before it closes, and then he keeps it decisively closed for a second. His jaw works, a little, as he searches for the right words, but there's really only one thing to say to that, isn't there?]
Very well.
[Gepard's nodding, and then immediately regrets it because nodding his head means moving his head, and moving his head means he's not exactly having the best time. Whew. Gepard touches a hand to his forehead, but-
Okay, the world's not spinning too badly.]
That's not what I should say, is it? What I should say is thank you. It's probably strange, given how we met, but I appreciate you looking out for me. [...that sounded- well, anyway, Gepard flashes Figaro a smile. Something small, a little fragile, a little delicate and shy, like a sunbeam through a ceiling of clouds...which quickly settles into something exasperated.
Because, as it turns out, he can't leave this unaddressed after all.]
Don't lie about the couch. We both know the truth.
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Date: 2024-04-16 12:48 am (UTC)Very well.
[Gepard's nodding, and then immediately regrets it because nodding his head means moving his head, and moving his head means he's not exactly having the best time. Whew. Gepard touches a hand to his forehead, but-
Okay, the world's not spinning too badly.]
That's not what I should say, is it? What I should say is thank you. It's probably strange, given how we met, but I appreciate you looking out for me. [...that sounded- well, anyway, Gepard flashes Figaro a smile. Something small, a little fragile, a little delicate and shy, like a sunbeam through a ceiling of clouds...which quickly settles into something exasperated.
Because, as it turns out, he can't leave this unaddressed after all.]
Don't lie about the couch. We both know the truth.