[If he's so easily riled up with kisses, then he has nothing to worry about regarding whether or not he'll be flustered in the future!]
Then... [A pause as he considers the other options... and his own quiet laugh when he decides that he'd like to see whatever the outcome is.] Then I will be excited to be proven wrong, and eager to see what is in its place.
[A beat. A sigh.]
Mm... though I would miss your blushing face, I think.
[It's absolutely more damning that Celeste is just. Ignoring that statement entirely. He doesn't believe you, Eli, but he'll let you believe it until proven otherwise.]
I am... into, as you say, people who are freely open with their emotions. Like Izou, yes, but also you.
[So, yeah. "Flustered" is just easy mode when he's surrounded by bi disasters who also think they're cool manly men.]
Perhaps too much, sometimes, but, ah, I'd rather be distracted by someone's face than a painting on the wall.
[And now it's his turn to think for a minute. The answer is yes, technically, but he has a choice to make on whether or not to call him cute instead, to elicit some more of that barking he's already established he's so fond of...
The drunk desire to remain comfortably cuddled wins out, ultimately.]
... [ Even like this, yes, he still needs to process that a moment to actually believe it. ] For real? Ha! That's great!
[ Look, people do not look at Eli "mouth full of goddamn wolf teeth and cursing" Walsh and call him handsome. anything his mother says DOES NOT COUNT SHUT UP ]
I, uh, think you're really handsome, too... or... well, more pretty, I guess? For a guy.
[People do not know what they are missing! Though, like, maybe it's worse if they think he's handsome until he opens his mouth. Hmm. His mother is correct, though.]
For real.
[The stilted returned compliment does get a laugh from him, though, utterly ruining any possible attempt he could have made at faking offense at the 'for a guy' addition. So he lets that one go without comment (this time), but that doesn't mean Eli is off the hook entirely.]
Well, that's obvious~
[That Eli thinks he's handsome/pretty or that he is? Yes. The answer is yes.]
Yeah, yeah, it is obvious, but... I wanted to say so, anyway.
[ He wriggles his own arm up from between them so he can slide it around Celeste's shoulders. They're already cuddled up so close, but there's nothing that says he can't tug him so they're flush against one another, side to side.
After all that, he's content to sit here in silence if Celeste will allow it, simply enjoying the lightheaded buzz that the alcohol, the blood loss, and undoubtedly the company all combined have given him.
It's... nice. To sit up on a roof with company like this for once. ]
[And he does mean it. There may be a slight slurring to his words, and his accent may have gotten heavier the longer he's had the alcohol in his system, but he's been consistently genuine the whole night.
And he's ultimately rewarded for it by being tugged even closer. He even elects to drape his legs over Eli's as well, doing his own part to further the contact between them.
He's warm. And for once Celeste isn't simply sapping heat away, but returning it in kind, courtesy of the blood so graciously donated and the buzz keeping a flush to his skin.
It is nice, to settle in on the roof with company, to hold silence between them with ease until the warm orange haze of the city lights reflected on the clouds fades to the cool blue of morning. Nice enough that at some point he's fallen asleep right there on Eli's shoulder, with the only indication is a slow cessation of breathing and a loosening hold around his waist.]
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Yeah? What if I'm not flustered at all when sober, huh? What then?
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Then... [A pause as he considers the other options... and his own quiet laugh when he decides that he'd like to see whatever the outcome is.] Then I will be excited to be proven wrong, and eager to see what is in its place.
[A beat. A sigh.]
Mm... though I would miss your blushing face, I think.
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[ eli.... what a bold statement for a big damn lie. ]
Huh, so you're into that, too. Figures why you'd like Izou so much...
[ "That" being getting reactions, generally. Flustered, for the most part, Eli assumes. ]
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I am... into, as you say, people who are freely open with their emotions. Like Izou, yes, but also you.
[So, yeah. "Flustered" is just easy mode when he's surrounded by bi disasters who also think they're cool manly men.]
Perhaps too much, sometimes, but, ah, I'd rather be distracted by someone's face than a painting on the wall.
[Dragging some other Toreadors!!!!!!]
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I can't tell if that means you think I'm handsome or just really loud...
[ He had to think about that for a minute. He still isn't sure. ]
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The drunk desire to remain comfortably cuddled wins out, ultimately.]
More handsome than loud.
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[ Look, people do not look at Eli "mouth full of goddamn wolf teeth and cursing" Walsh and call him handsome.
anything his mother says DOES NOT COUNT SHUT UP]I, uh, think you're really handsome, too... or... well, more pretty, I guess? For a guy.
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His mother is correct, though.]For real.
[The stilted returned compliment does get a laugh from him, though, utterly ruining any possible attempt he could have made at faking offense at the 'for a guy' addition. So he lets that one go without comment (this time), but that doesn't mean Eli is off the hook entirely.]
Well, that's obvious~
[That Eli thinks he's handsome/pretty or that he is? Yes. The answer is yes.]
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[ He wriggles his own arm up from between them so he can slide it around Celeste's shoulders. They're already cuddled up so close, but there's nothing that says he can't tug him so they're flush against one another, side to side.
After all that, he's content to sit here in silence if Celeste will allow it, simply enjoying the lightheaded buzz that the alcohol, the blood loss, and undoubtedly the company all combined have given him.
It's... nice. To sit up on a roof with company like this for once. ]
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[And he does mean it. There may be a slight slurring to his words, and his accent may have gotten heavier the longer he's had the alcohol in his system, but he's been consistently genuine the whole night.
And he's ultimately rewarded for it by being tugged even closer. He even elects to drape his legs over Eli's as well, doing his own part to further the contact between them.
He's warm. And for once Celeste isn't simply sapping heat away, but returning it in kind, courtesy of the blood so graciously donated and the buzz keeping a flush to his skin.
It is nice, to settle in on the roof with company, to hold silence between them with ease until the warm orange haze of the city lights reflected on the clouds fades to the cool blue of morning. Nice enough that at some point he's fallen asleep right there on Eli's shoulder, with the only indication is a slow cessation of breathing and a loosening hold around his waist.]