[ With the curiosity of a child. Then again, he can't quite blame him- he's had his moments of coming face to face with bright and new curiosities. The consequences of being thrust into a place wholly unlike their own, with every simple thing a luxury they've nigh been granted before in their lives. But Mishka is far more forthcoming, as opposed to Adelis' wary caution. ]
If you'd like to haul that heavy monstrosity outside and deal with all it's spindly wires, be my guest.
[ It's bland in tone and obviously unimpressed. A terrible joke, as always. Mishka may be somebody unabashed at letting someone see him, or perhaps willing to take that risk wherever he pleases, but Adelis certainly is not. He'll keep his business behind closed doors, with few exceptions.
There's no comment on the potential reasoning behind it, instead leaning back in his chair to cast the paper a mildly dour look. The other is still examining it, having gone quiet, and it's only when he speaks that he actually gets a reaction. Rather, there's a moment of utter bewilderment followed by something unreadable, stiffening in his chair as he lets his eyes fall on the squares in question. ]
...So you're here for nigh a few hours, and one of the first things you decide to ask is whether I'm willing to sleep with you?
[ That's. Not really what he was expecting? He expected teasing, yes, perhaps something a bit more risque in lieu with the other's personality, but jumping straight to offering to fulfill an erotic square right off the bat is...something. Enough Adelis ends up going quiet as he contemplates this turn of events, eyes staring at the paper rather than Mishka himself.
...By virtue of himself, you'd think he'd decline right away. He does nothing but grouse about the other for nigh everything, and declares his distaste on the daily. And yet, it's not as if he detests the very idea. He wouldn't hang around and begrudgingly listen if he truly despised the other man, and he did say he'd prefer a familiar face to an unfamiliar one....
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If you'd like to haul that heavy monstrosity outside and deal with all it's spindly wires, be my guest.
[ It's bland in tone and obviously unimpressed. A terrible joke, as always. Mishka may be somebody unabashed at letting someone see him, or perhaps willing to take that risk wherever he pleases, but Adelis certainly is not. He'll keep his business behind closed doors, with few exceptions.
There's no comment on the potential reasoning behind it, instead leaning back in his chair to cast the paper a mildly dour look. The other is still examining it, having gone quiet, and it's only when he speaks that he actually gets a reaction. Rather, there's a moment of utter bewilderment followed by something unreadable, stiffening in his chair as he lets his eyes fall on the squares in question. ]
...So you're here for nigh a few hours, and one of the first things you decide to ask is whether I'm willing to sleep with you?
[ That's. Not really what he was expecting? He expected teasing, yes, perhaps something a bit more risque in lieu with the other's personality, but jumping straight to offering to fulfill an erotic square right off the bat is...something. Enough Adelis ends up going quiet as he contemplates this turn of events, eyes staring at the paper rather than Mishka himself.
...By virtue of himself, you'd think he'd decline right away. He does nothing but grouse about the other for nigh everything, and declares his distaste on the daily. And yet, it's not as if he detests the very idea. He wouldn't hang around and begrudgingly listen if he truly despised the other man, and he did say he'd prefer a familiar face to an unfamiliar one....
He finally looks up. ]
...I suppose there's little downside to it.
[ Nailed it. ]