Little by little, Warren's plan to coax Bandou towards ditching his "tactical insecurity outfit" takes hold. Warren doesn't mind the comfortable outfit one bit, it's actually very warm, made of a cozy mix of fabric. The hoodie, shades, everything about the combo feels (and smells) like Bandou. However, its significance is a shackle. If Bandou wants to stay hidden from society he's welcome to curl up in Warren's coffin forever.
But... Warren has unfulfilled fears, traumas, things he never accomplished, that lead even a vampire's subconscious into acting a certain way.
Bandou's jump into the stratosphere really is just a tease, though! Look at him, heheheh. Did he survive the terror inflected upon his vulnerable self? There you have it. Warren may be laughing his ass off at that SPROINGY reaction but it's really all part of a master plan for Bandou's own good!
Thwap-- there go the skates.
The blades couldn't possibly hurt him but that's not important. Melting down the rink, now... Aaaah, please don't.
Warren's loud laughter smoothes out into a big grin. Idiot, he says. Sweetly romantic! ♥ If only Bandou knew how elated it made Warren feel to hear that nickname.
"Of course, of course. You picked them out for me, after all. I wouldn't dream of refusing a carefully chosen gift from my date."
More teasing. Warren snags the skates out of Bandou's offering (forcing) hands and lets the white pair, a little scuffed, dangle off his shoulder.
"Come, let's find an unoccupied bench."
And to prove there is at least a tiny shred of remorse for being a bully (just like, one atom tho) Warren steals Bandou's hand to keep his own gloved one company.
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But... Warren has unfulfilled fears, traumas, things he never accomplished, that lead even a vampire's subconscious into acting a certain way.
Bandou's jump into the stratosphere really is just a tease, though! Look at him, heheheh. Did he survive the terror inflected upon his vulnerable self? There you have it. Warren may be laughing his ass off at that SPROINGY reaction but it's really all part of a master plan for Bandou's own good!
Thwap-- there go the skates.
The blades couldn't possibly hurt him but that's not important. Melting down the rink, now... Aaaah, please don't.
Warren's loud laughter smoothes out into a big grin. Idiot, he says. Sweetly romantic! ♥ If only Bandou knew how elated it made Warren feel to hear that nickname.
"Of course, of course. You picked them out for me, after all. I wouldn't dream of refusing a carefully chosen gift from my date."
More teasing. Warren snags the skates out of Bandou's offering (forcing) hands and lets the white pair, a little scuffed, dangle off his shoulder.
"Come, let's find an unoccupied bench."
And to prove there is at least a tiny shred of remorse for being a bully (just like, one atom tho) Warren steals Bandou's hand to keep his own gloved one company.