[The leaf pops off. He ever so slightly cringes. Gepard reaches out to the leaf, hesitates, and then balls his hand into a fist, and then loosens it again. Gepard's not feeling very heterosexual at the moment. Worse, he's feeling vaguely targeted, like he's being called out, and he knows it's probably unintentional, but feelings don't listen to things like intentions.
Is it supposed to be so wet under there? He answers that with a noise, a vaguely confused one: he killed his last plant via under-watering it, so he went in the opposite direction and seems to just be finding new and inventive ways of killing a plant.
Breakfast is there? Good, but then at the...suggestion? Invitation? Whatever it is, Gepard's gaze shoots from the plants to Figaro (he needs to find out his name) and he tries very hard to not react to what it was Figaro said in a weird way, and in the process accidentally gives him some puppy dog eyes.]
I won't ask you to stay if you have something else you need to do, or would prefer doing, but... [Why is this so embarrassing to admit- Gepard's gaze drops from Figaro and his stupid green eyes, to his withered and far less green plant.] I enjoy the company. It's been a while since I ate with other people. But it must be boring for you.
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Date: 2024-06-13 01:24 am (UTC)Is it supposed to be so wet under there? He answers that with a noise, a vaguely confused one: he killed his last plant via under-watering it, so he went in the opposite direction and seems to just be finding new and inventive ways of killing a plant.
Breakfast is there? Good, but then at the...suggestion? Invitation? Whatever it is, Gepard's gaze shoots from the plants to Figaro (he needs to find out his name) and he tries very hard to not react to what it was Figaro said in a weird way, and in the process accidentally gives him some puppy dog eyes.]
I won't ask you to stay if you have something else you need to do, or would prefer doing, but... [Why is this so embarrassing to admit- Gepard's gaze drops from Figaro and his stupid green eyes, to his withered and far less green plant.] I enjoy the company. It's been a while since I ate with other people. But it must be boring for you.