[Hope for the future...? One day. What might one day hold? Good memories of special moments is what Bandou hopes for, and Warren's words are nearly literal; his heart can only hold what hope Bandou delivers to him.
He makes a small noise, like a breath taken when surprised by pain. That instance of losing his self-control was no honeymoon.]
Would I...?
[No, no. No. Bandou would never want to see Warren coated in red if he truly understood what it meant. The flame clan's primary color will have to make way for fire's secondary hue if Warren were to humor Bandou's hint.]
I like orange best of all. That's not boring, is it?
[He smiles, in return one for one to Bandou's flirty air.]
Don't you like my Valentine's outfit? I chose it especially for you.
[Can't really dis the outfit when it essentially matches his own. He turns to face Warren more directly, snickering the tiniest bit. Now that he's not fuming from the chicken wing incident, he can appreciate the swirling text that decorates the front of the piece.]
It's missing something, though.
[Isn't his mischievous smile just the cutest? He feels like Warren hasn't seen it quite often enough, what with him always being the one causing the mischief.]
[The lighter earth-tones of Warren's matching athleisure fit compliment his hair, and are not to be found in Bandou's nearly monochrome wardrobe. It absolutely was chosen to be a comfortable snuggle zone for Bandou, and to seamlessly jive with his fashion sense.
Bandou's assessment isn't glowing but it'll do. His gaze watches him become more at ease. Given that the windows aren't tinted enough to completely block someone from seeing in, Warren's kept his nonverbal gifts out of the conversation.
That smile tho........ It's very hard to resist. The cutest, 100%. It makes Warren sigh girlishly - thankfully it's so subtle Bandou won't notice.]
[C'mon, that was worth a laugh! He had to buy those meme glasses off Temu and plant them in advance for this gag! Aaaah... fine, fine. He can't resist Bandou's pout for long.]
Achem!
[Warren coughs and whips off the sunglasses, throwing them in the backseat in one smooth movement.]
'Don't you like my Valentine's outfit? I chose it especially for you.' What's that you say, it's missing something?
[His mouth works in place, trying to decide if Warren's stolen too much of his thunder to deserve the silly thing he had in mind. It won't be nearly as effective now (if it had ever been destined to, at all) but Warren did drop the teasing and give him a second opening so...
Bandou shifts in his seat, pulling one of his long legs up onto the bench so he can fully face the man.]
Yeah... [The tone of the word still has a tinge of bitterness to it as he raises one hand to slide his sunglasses off. But as the opposite hand lifts his hat, he edges closer, lips parting and voice slipping into something softer, breathier.] ...this.
[The glasses — no longer a valid option for his remark — slip from his fingers, landing somewhere at Warren's feet, and his now free hand presses against the delicate embroidered scripture of the hoodie. Eyes uncovered, Warren will see them focus on his lips, subconsciously licking at his own in preparation for their union. Then, with a steadying breath, Bandou slips his hat onto Warren's head, making sure to yank the brim down as far as his nose will allow.]
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Date: 2025-02-19 03:01 am (UTC)He makes a small noise, like a breath taken when surprised by pain. That instance of losing his self-control was no honeymoon.]
Would I...?
[No, no. No. Bandou would never want to see Warren coated in red if he truly understood what it meant. The flame clan's primary color will have to make way for fire's secondary hue if Warren were to humor Bandou's hint.]
I like orange best of all. That's not boring, is it?
[He smiles, in return one for one to Bandou's flirty air.]
Don't you like my Valentine's outfit? I chose it especially for you.
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Date: 2025-02-19 04:25 am (UTC)[Can't really dis the outfit when it essentially matches his own. He turns to face Warren more directly, snickering the tiniest bit. Now that he's not fuming from the chicken wing incident, he can appreciate the swirling text that decorates the front of the piece.]
It's missing something, though.
[Isn't his mischievous smile just the cutest? He feels like Warren hasn't seen it quite often enough, what with him always being the one causing the mischief.]
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Date: 2025-02-20 01:53 am (UTC)Bandou's assessment isn't glowing but it'll do. His gaze watches him become more at ease. Given that the windows aren't tinted enough to completely block someone from seeing in, Warren's kept his nonverbal gifts out of the conversation.
That smile tho........ It's very hard to resist. The cutest, 100%. It makes Warren sigh girlishly - thankfully it's so subtle Bandou won't notice.]
Sunglasses?
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Date: 2025-02-20 02:17 am (UTC)You're not supposed to guess!
[With an overlay dramatic huff he slumps back into his seat.]
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Date: 2025-02-20 02:27 am (UTC)[Wordlessly, Warren reaches over across the sulking nerd's lap to pop open the glove compartment. He slides on a pair of sunglasses.]
🤣
Date: 2025-02-20 02:51 am (UTC)Don't tell me to "Deal with it." I was gonna be real smooth with my follow up.
:p
Date: 2025-02-20 02:59 am (UTC)Achem!
[Warren coughs and whips off the sunglasses, throwing them in the backseat in one smooth movement.]
'Don't you like my Valentine's outfit? I chose it especially for you.' What's that you say, it's missing something?
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Date: 2025-02-20 03:42 am (UTC)Bandou shifts in his seat, pulling one of his long legs up onto the bench so he can fully face the man.]
Yeah... [The tone of the word still has a tinge of bitterness to it as he raises one hand to slide his sunglasses off. But as the opposite hand lifts his hat, he edges closer, lips parting and voice slipping into something softer, breathier.] ...this.
[The glasses — no longer a valid option for his remark — slip from his fingers, landing somewhere at Warren's feet, and his now free hand presses against the delicate embroidered scripture of the hoodie. Eyes uncovered, Warren will see them focus on his lips, subconsciously licking at his own in preparation for their union. Then, with a steadying breath, Bandou slips his hat onto Warren's head, making sure to yank the brim down as far as his nose will allow.]
You're missing the hat.