[Now. Now, here's the thing. Here is the thing. Gepard knows that it's most likely a line, that Figaro(oo) is likely trying to stay on his good side so he'd continue to help him - joke's on him, he's in this for the long haul - and that he shouldn't buy into it. The smart thing to do would be to remain a steel wall, stoic and impenetrable, as well as vaguely boring.
But Figaro(oo) calls him a joy, and Gepard blushes, quickly looking away, getting up from the table, because Figaro(oo) says that he should be on a couch and he's absolutely right, he's just going to get to doing that. Couch. Lying down on a couch. He can do that. For a brief moment, Gepard's tempted to point out a bed would be easier and more convenient, but then he considers the logistics behind that and that's a bit much, especially since he's trying to keep this as professional as humanly possible and Figaro(oo) is making this incredibly difficult.]
Where do you plan on biting me?
[He's lying down on his couch. This feels weird. Should he keep his eyes open or close? What's the etiquette for blood donation?] There shouldn't be a problem if I'm off duty for the next few days, so wherever you want is fine. I won't have to explain your...mark to people- oh, I'll do the dishes.
[As if that's important, but it deserves to be said.] You've done so much for me. Cleaning up is the least I can do.
[Eyes closed. He's closing his eyes. It's easier this way. Less likely to get flustered.]
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Date: 2024-05-29 03:48 am (UTC)But Figaro(oo) calls him a joy, and Gepard blushes, quickly looking away, getting up from the table, because Figaro(oo) says that he should be on a couch and he's absolutely right, he's just going to get to doing that. Couch. Lying down on a couch. He can do that. For a brief moment, Gepard's tempted to point out a bed would be easier and more convenient, but then he considers the logistics behind that and that's a bit much, especially since he's trying to keep this as professional as humanly possible and Figaro(oo) is making this incredibly difficult.]
Where do you plan on biting me?
[He's lying down on his couch. This feels weird. Should he keep his eyes open or close? What's the etiquette for blood donation?] There shouldn't be a problem if I'm off duty for the next few days, so wherever you want is fine. I won't have to explain your...mark to people- oh, I'll do the dishes.
[As if that's important, but it deserves to be said.] You've done so much for me. Cleaning up is the least I can do.
[Eyes closed. He's closing his eyes. It's easier this way. Less likely to get flustered.]