[The first thing that comes to mind, which is that he absolutely would love nothing more than to pin Figaro to a wall and make out with him, is something that comes to Gepard's mind and he takes that thought, metaphorically folds it in half, stuffs it into a back drawer, and closes it. He'll just tell himself he never had that thought and keep things from getting weird.
...weirder. Weird is already unavoidable.]
You're incredible. [He just breathes that out.] You did all this from memory? The meat's so tender, the chard- [No hesitation there. Chomp.] It's fresh. Fresher than what I had even when I still lived with my parents.
[(It's not, but at the moment he's a bit overwhelmed.)] And the only thing I can offer you is me... [Well.] I'll make it up to you, I promise.
[He doesn't realize it, but at the moment Gepard wishes they had televisions so he had an excuse to invite Figaro to sit on the couch later as they watch something-or-another. He doesn't recognize the need - Belobog doesn't have televisions - but if he did discover those existed in general? He'd say yes. Yes, that's the nameless urge I felt there, that's what I wanted. I really wanted to cuddle on the couch with a blood-sucking weirdo and watch something.
As he doesn't know what a TV is, Gepard just feels a nameless need rise up inside of him.]
I'll think of something.
[The wine? Also amazing, but maybe that's because he spent the last whatever eating guard food and then eating instant noodles when he couldn't hit up a cafeteria.]
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Date: 2024-05-20 01:10 am (UTC)...weirder. Weird is already unavoidable.]
You're incredible. [He just breathes that out.] You did all this from memory? The meat's so tender, the chard- [No hesitation there. Chomp.] It's fresh. Fresher than what I had even when I still lived with my parents.
[(It's not, but at the moment he's a bit overwhelmed.)] And the only thing I can offer you is me... [Well.] I'll make it up to you, I promise.
[He doesn't realize it, but at the moment Gepard wishes they had televisions so he had an excuse to invite Figaro to sit on the couch later as they watch something-or-another. He doesn't recognize the need - Belobog doesn't have televisions - but if he did discover those existed in general? He'd say yes. Yes, that's the nameless urge I felt there, that's what I wanted. I really wanted to cuddle on the couch with a blood-sucking weirdo and watch something.
As he doesn't know what a TV is, Gepard just feels a nameless need rise up inside of him.]
I'll think of something.
[The wine? Also amazing, but maybe that's because he spent the last whatever eating guard food and then eating instant noodles when he couldn't hit up a cafeteria.]