[ Just finding one is a feat but three. Neuvillette is a little impressed. More than a little. He grabs one of the peaches, not minding the bruising too much so long as it's not outright spoiled and covered in maggots. ]
Thank you.
[ He takes a tentative bite, noting the taste –slightly off from the ones in their world but not terrible. ]
You were correct before. Your peach is adequately juicy.
Yes, plenty. To begin with, you masked your intentions behind purposely ambiguous language and an "emoji." Then when I misunderstood your intent, you did not correct me once. Lastly, you continued to play along to the extent where you retrieved fruit for me in a town nearly depleted of fresh crops and living plants.
[ He's really not sure what to make of the Wriothesley's unhinged actions, except that they are definitely uniquely on brand. ]
If your intent was to leave me confounded, you have succeeded.
[ Humans –especially Wriothesley– continue to be enigmas wrapped in riddles wrapped in more enigmas. ]
[ ...did he just acknowledge his phat ass? for a moment he's stunned, but then he snaps to, so he can listen to neuvillette's 'scolding'. ] Yeah, that about sums it up. [ he did all of that and, what's worse, is he'd do it all again. sure, he spent several hours scouring the area for fruit, specifically peaches, but it was well worth it to see neuvillette enjoy them. ]
I wanted your opinion on my peach. [ on peach(butt) and peach(fruit). ] And I got it.
This is far too many. One would suffice, and regardless of your initial intentions, I still appreciate the thought. Will you enjoy one alongside me? An actual peach.
[ Just to be clear, though he can't get the association out of his mind now. Why are humans like this indeed... ]
I'll admit that I hadn't intended to take it this far, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worth it on your reaction alone. To the fruit, that is, not... the other thing. [ he gives neuvillette a lopsided smile as he stifles a laugh. ] You seemed to enjoy it, which is why I want you to at least take the other one. We can share the second.
As I said before, it is the tartness of the water trapped within that makes it especially delectable, and luckily, the interior is far more appetizing the bruised exterior would suggest.
[ He takes the second one and breaks it carefully, wishing he had a knife to make this neater. As it is, a lot of the peach juice ends up oozing down his fingers. ]
[ ...neuvillette that's fiendish, whether you realize it or not. he's staring at his hand, so completely focused on the juice running down his fingers that he almost misses his cue to pay attention. ] Help myself, ..? Are you sure?
[ Imagine how torturous it is for himself not being able to lick the water off himself while it's glistening and sweet. However, doing so in public would be considered improper. ]
I would not have offered if I did not intend for you to partake. By all means.
... [ he takes the offered peach half and looks aside, biting into it to distract himself... not that it helps much. ] I'll have to get you a towel. This peach is a lot messier than I imagined it would be.
There is a lake right next to us we can wash our hands in.
[ That still doesn't dampen his desire to lick both his and Wriothesley's hands clean, but he keeps insisting to himself that's his draconic instincts at play. Humans have more decorum than that. ]
I will bring a proper paring knife with me the next time we decide to eat together like this.
I drank from it earlier, though...I may simply be better at handling fresh water than those with a different constitution.
[ Humans are so delicate, he doesn't know if they'd get sick from drinking it straight from the source, but he does hold out his peach-drenched hand curiously, wondering what Wriothesley will do. ]
And my schedule is currently clear and free of appointments. I do not see why not.
[ oh. hm... well, that's good to know, but he's come this far. he takes his hand and ducks his head to hide his smile. ] I'll have to find more than just lipton tea at the store. I doubt it's going to hold a candle to what were were drinking back home. [ he hesitates one last time, ] Forgive me, Neuvillette, but for all the teasing I've done to you... whether you're aware or not you've returned it in kind. [ he's going to lick at his peach drenched fingers. ]
[ Neuvillette makes a soft noise of surprise in the back of his throat, his eyes widening and his body noticeably stilling as he stares in shock. He can't seem the find his voice, his blood turned searing below his skin, making him all too keenly aware of his own quickening heartbeat while trying and failing (as always) to figure out the why behind Wriothesley's actions.
Eventually, he whispers– ]
...This is not necessary nor appropriate, Wriothesley.
[ that reaction is not helping. a part of him was hoping that neuvillette would scold him in some fashion, so he would have to stop, but instead he makes the cutest reaction, which only drives wriothesley to continue. he presses his thumb into his palm, trying to force his hand to flex, so he can tend to each one of his juicy covered fingers. ]
I know. [ his lips quirk into a subtle smirk. ] It's why I apologized. [ as if that apology absolves him of all of his 'sins'. ]
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Thank you.
[ He takes a tentative bite, noting the taste –slightly off from the ones in their world but not terrible. ]
You were correct before. Your peach is adequately juicy.
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Did you seriously message me earlier to boast about your physical attributes?
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[ He's really not sure what to make of the Wriothesley's unhinged actions, except that they are definitely uniquely on brand. ]
If your intent was to leave me confounded, you have succeeded.
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I wanted your opinion on my peach. [ on peach(butt) and peach(fruit). ] And I got it.
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[ Nor will he. That's too improper of his station, and it would require more examination than he is prepared to give at this moment. ]
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[ Just to be clear, though he can't get the association out of his mind now. Why are humans like this indeed... ]
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[ He takes the second one and breaks it carefully, wishing he had a knife to make this neater. As it is, a lot of the peach juice ends up oozing down his fingers. ]
Here, please help yourself.
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I would not have offered if I did not intend for you to partake. By all means.
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[ That still doesn't dampen his desire to lick both his and Wriothesley's hands clean, but he keeps insisting to himself that's his draconic instincts at play. Humans have more decorum than that. ]
I will bring a proper paring knife with me the next time we decide to eat together like this.
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Oh? Is this going to become a regular thing? [ he cracks a small smile while holding a hand out for one of neuvillette's. ] May I?
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[ Humans are so delicate, he doesn't know if they'd get sick from drinking it straight from the source, but he does hold out his peach-drenched hand curiously, wondering what Wriothesley will do. ]
And my schedule is currently clear and free of appointments. I do not see why not.
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...This is not necessary nor appropriate, Wriothesley.
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I know. [ his lips quirk into a subtle smirk. ] It's why I apologized. [ as if that apology absolves him of all of his 'sins'. ]
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