[There's more he could say to that. There's more he wants to add to that, like how Silvermane policy would definitely carve out exceptions for mysterious men with haunting green eyes and an annoying fixation on the letter O, and he could tell the Architects the circumstances which drove him to aim a kick at Ooo's shin (why did he do this to himself, Figaro was better as names go) and they would say yes, yes, all of this is justified.
But then, Ooo (why) says that part about the hot blond, and Gepard gets as far as,]
If-
[And then his mouth shuts. And then it resolutely stays shut as Gepard chews his lip and reminds himself of a few things: he was just fed an amazing meal, dinner was great, Figaro (no more Ooo, not now, not for his sanity) is in a tough spot, dealing with a tough situation. Because that's sounding rather pointed. That's sounding like Figaro knows his...
...effect on him, but admitting he's a sucker for a hot man with green eyes would be giving way too much away, and, besides, would probably go straight to Figaro's ego. They've only known each other for a day or two at this point, and he already knows he doesn't want that to happen. Figaro is bad enough as is.]
Shall we get around to feeding you now? Given how many times you've brought up getting away from me, I'm assuming you're getting tired of my company. [Already! It's been how long? And already, Ooo (dammit, he meant Figaro) is eyeing the door. Already!]
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[There's more he could say to that. There's more he wants to add to that, like how Silvermane policy would definitely carve out exceptions for mysterious men with haunting green eyes and an annoying fixation on the letter O, and he could tell the Architects the circumstances which drove him to aim a kick at Ooo's shin (why did he do this to himself, Figaro was better as names go) and they would say yes, yes, all of this is justified.
But then, Ooo (why) says that part about the hot blond, and Gepard gets as far as,]
If-
[And then his mouth shuts. And then it resolutely stays shut as Gepard chews his lip and reminds himself of a few things: he was just fed an amazing meal, dinner was great, Figaro (no more Ooo, not now, not for his sanity) is in a tough spot, dealing with a tough situation. Because that's sounding rather pointed. That's sounding like Figaro knows his...
...effect on him, but admitting he's a sucker for a hot man with green eyes would be giving way too much away, and, besides, would probably go straight to Figaro's ego. They've only known each other for a day or two at this point, and he already knows he doesn't want that to happen. Figaro is bad enough as is.]
Shall we get around to feeding you now? Given how many times you've brought up getting away from me, I'm assuming you're getting tired of my company. [Already! It's been how long? And already, Ooo (dammit, he meant Figaro) is eyeing the door. Already!]