[ He Just. Whatever he just is summarily forgotten the moment Gladio reaches for his face. Law's not so jumpy that his first inclination is to flinch or pull back, which turns out to be his downfall. Color rushes to his cheeks before Gladio's thumb has even finished its pass across the corner of his mouth, and as much as he wants to be indignant and pull a stoooop maneuver, he just can't seem to work his way up to it. Instead, he makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and sits there looking like a dork even after his face has been released. ]
...Uh.
[ what was he saying ]
...I just, uh... uhh... [ FUCK ] Y'know what, never mind, doesn't matter. I-It's not a big deal. The— the sweets, I mean. I don't mind them, they're just not my favorite. Never had anything that sweet before, though. Hey, you said you got that bottle from your dad, right?
[ One has to assume it's liquor, or something, and Law has to assume he'll be able to put it away just like the straight gasoline they call drinks here, too. Evidently, he inherited some "tastebuds are basically rocks, just like the brains" gene from one or both parents, but maybe if he drinks something with actual, y'know, flavor? Guess we'll find out. In the meantime, he has such a time opening the chip bag that he ends up ripping it in half and exploding chips all over the table. His eyes widen, briefly jarred, but... yeah, he sure is eighteen. That shit is funny. ]
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Date: 2022-12-11 05:59 am (UTC)[ He Just. Whatever he just is summarily forgotten the moment Gladio reaches for his face. Law's not so jumpy that his first inclination is to flinch or pull back, which turns out to be his downfall. Color rushes to his cheeks before Gladio's thumb has even finished its pass across the corner of his mouth, and as much as he wants to be indignant and pull a stoooop maneuver, he just can't seem to work his way up to it. Instead, he makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and sits there looking like a dork even after his face has been released. ]
...Uh.
[ what was he saying ]
...I just, uh... uhh... [ FUCK ] Y'know what, never mind, doesn't matter. I-It's not a big deal. The— the sweets, I mean. I don't mind them, they're just not my favorite. Never had anything that sweet before, though. Hey, you said you got that bottle from your dad, right?
[ One has to assume it's liquor, or something, and Law has to assume he'll be able to put it away just like the straight gasoline they call drinks here, too. Evidently, he inherited some "tastebuds are basically rocks, just like the brains" gene from one or both parents, but maybe if he drinks something with actual, y'know, flavor? Guess we'll find out. In the meantime, he has such a time opening the chip bag that he ends up ripping it in half and exploding chips all over the table. His eyes widen, briefly jarred, but... yeah, he sure is eighteen. That shit is funny. ]
Hehe... whoops.