[ god, he wishes his pantaloons were for irony purposes.
he doesn't budge under the scrutinizing, but he's definitely taking note of the fact that his question is going ignored and there's a twitch to his face like he might frown more or like his mouth is about to be pulled into a taut displeased line. instead it smooths out back to its default impassive state.
he'll treat bro to the same thorough once over — he sure as shit hopes the hat doesn't mean he's going bald because as much as he digs hats, he can still never see himself wearing one and messing up his perfectly sculpted hair — all the while not really acknowledging what he's saying.
it's not like he knows a whole lot about the meteors, he was too young for that, but two can play the obtuse game. ]
That's my sentiment exactly.
[ he deadpans, eyes flicking back to cal (though not c-man's eyes) as if looking might help him figure out what the hell is going on. ]
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he doesn't budge under the scrutinizing, but he's definitely taking note of the fact that his question is going ignored and there's a twitch to his face like he might frown more or like his mouth is about to be pulled into a taut displeased line. instead it smooths out back to its default impassive state.
he'll treat bro to the same thorough once over — he sure as shit hopes the hat doesn't mean he's going bald because as much as he digs hats, he can still never see himself wearing one and messing up his perfectly sculpted hair — all the while not really acknowledging what he's saying.
it's not like he knows a whole lot about the meteors, he was too young for that, but two can play the obtuse game. ]
That's my sentiment exactly.
[ he deadpans, eyes flicking back to cal (though not c-man's eyes) as if looking might help him figure out what the hell is going on. ]