That sounds really nice, actually. I'd like to treat you to something nice. Anywhere in particular you like to go? I, um, haven't been many places, yet. Not food places. Mostly drink places.
IF you want- I could bring a collar in my bag. No pressure, just- if you'd like to wear it, you know, out. But if you'd rather keep that to behind closed doors, you know, I get it.
Wearing it out sounds nice. If I decide I don't like it I can take it off, no big deal. Bring the green, maybe?
[Not that he expects Steven to get grabby with him in a restaurant, but there are, you know...options, on the walk home, and it means he won't have to swap it out when they arrive. Plus, the white is a lot...louder than the deep green. The deep green blends into the shadow more, but the white kinda screams "I'm a collar!"]
Do you like diner type stuff? Like [he almost says burgers, then remembers Steven is vegan] fries and veggie burgers and [what do vegans eat for breakfast food] ...fruit? I don't know, also open to suggestions
[His eyebrows go up a little, at that. Does that mean he's feeling better? Or at least, a little less bad? Steven should still be careful. Not just leap on him.]
Diner food sounds lovely. Cor, but I'd kill for some nice greasy chips about now.
[It's hot, today. Hot enough that Steven's finally forgoing trousers and button downs, and borrowed some of Marc's things; a faded, second-hand t-shirt and some pale cargo shorts. He waits outside for Quentin, ambling up and down the sidewalk, and lights up when he comes into view.]
Hi, pet. [A hand reaches out for Quentin's face, brushing a thumb against his cheek, when he's close enough.]
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IF you want- I could bring a collar in my bag. No pressure, just- if you'd like to wear it, you know, out. But if you'd rather keep that to behind closed doors, you know, I get it.
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[Not that he expects Steven to get grabby with him in a restaurant, but there are, you know...options, on the walk home, and it means he won't have to swap it out when they arrive. Plus, the white is a lot...louder than the deep green. The deep green blends into the shadow more, but the white kinda screams "I'm a collar!"]
Do you like diner type stuff? Like [he almost says burgers, then remembers Steven is vegan] fries and veggie burgers and [what do vegans eat for breakfast food] ...fruit? I don't know, also open to suggestions
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Diner food sounds lovely. Cor, but I'd kill for some nice greasy chips about now.
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[It's hot, today. Hot enough that Steven's finally forgoing trousers and button downs, and borrowed some of Marc's things; a faded, second-hand t-shirt and some pale cargo shorts. He waits outside for Quentin, ambling up and down the sidewalk, and lights up when he comes into view.]
Hi, pet. [A hand reaches out for Quentin's face, brushing a thumb against his cheek, when he's close enough.]
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