[He has...complicated feelings upon hearing that scoff-laugh, a mix of shame and relief and something else. Shame: that he let himself imagine, for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, Figaro might be kind of, sort of trying to be nice to him. Not just out of obligation. Or...trying to manipulate him into not pressing charges. That maybe the flirting wasn't just to mess with his head, mindgames.
But also, relief: Figaro's sense of somewhere nice wasn't this shithole of a room. Because it's not exactly...it's very plain? Servicable. But also very plain and barren, and bleak, and if he had to live here Gepard wouldn't be able to take it.
He takes the bundle...]
Thank you.
[...and gets to taking off his shirt because they're both men, this is undoubtedly nothing that Figaro hasn't seen before, he's used to having to strip around other people. (Training means shared locker rooms, Gepard had long since stopped being shy about certain things.)]
I'm glad to hear that...I'd be worried if you lived here. I'd feel like I'd have to get you new furniture, at the minimum.
[And, sure. He's not going to peel off his pants right then and there for a few reasons, one being that he'd have to either stand or writhe on the bed to shimmy off what he was wearing, and that seemed like a mess in front of Figaro, but also he can burn that bridge when the time comes because like hell was he going to skip wearing sweatpants to bed in favor of his disguise, absolutely not.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-04-19 03:11 am (UTC)But also, relief: Figaro's sense of somewhere nice wasn't this shithole of a room. Because it's not exactly...it's very plain? Servicable. But also very plain and barren, and bleak, and if he had to live here Gepard wouldn't be able to take it.
He takes the bundle...]
Thank you.
[...and gets to taking off his shirt because they're both men, this is undoubtedly nothing that Figaro hasn't seen before, he's used to having to strip around other people. (Training means shared locker rooms, Gepard had long since stopped being shy about certain things.)]
I'm glad to hear that...I'd be worried if you lived here. I'd feel like I'd have to get you new furniture, at the minimum.
[And, sure. He's not going to peel off his pants right then and there for a few reasons, one being that he'd have to either stand or writhe on the bed to shimmy off what he was wearing, and that seemed like a mess in front of Figaro, but also he can burn that bridge when the time comes because like hell was he going to skip wearing sweatpants to bed in favor of his disguise, absolutely not.]