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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Apr 11, 2012 3:11:53 GMT -5
"You've only known me for a little bit. Trust me, you'll change your mind."
Peter glanced Guy over. He was cute, if quirky. In another world, he would have already hit on the guy and drug him home. As it was, he was interested in Guy as a person now. Once he was interested, it was hard to get rid of him.
"Likewise, Guy. Get to know me a little better and you'll see I don't change my mind. Though, there was this one time when I considered switching to decaf before I figured out I liked caffeine." Peter winked.
Oh, and what a disaster that would have been...
Peter watched Guy carefully, sensing that nothing he said was hitting the mark with his dinner companion. He was usually a lot better than this when it came to conversation. He was about to apologize and see if that helped, but then Guy spoke.
"You're really nice too, Peter. I'm...glad there's a wedding party."
Peter grinned, his crooked smile lighting up his features. Out of everything Guy could have said to him, that was perfect.
"Me too, Guy," he replied, still smiling. "You know what they say about weddings - they're all about new beginnings."
And this was a new beginning he would never forget.
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Post by GUY "PSYCHE" ANANKE on Apr 24, 2012 20:30:47 GMT -5
"Likewise, Guy. Get to know me a little better and you'll see I don't change my mind. Though, there was this one time when I considered switching to decaf before I figured out I liked caffeine."
Guy blinked at him. "Do you have something in your eye...?" He asked. Guy had never been able to wrap his mind around winking. It looked like such a painful sort of muscle spasm. Eye twitches were so weird and they looked just as weird when someone did it deliberately towards another person.
Then again, when he thought about it, smiles were just as weird. In the animal kingdom, an action like a smile would be considered threatening. Baring one's teeth was intimidation at its finest.
Humans were so backwards.
"Me too, Guy. You know what they say about weddings - they're all about new beginnings."
"It's just dinner." Guy mumbled. He didn't quite buy into the whole new beginnings thing. It was impossible to have a new beginning because nothing stops and something much stop in order for something else to begin. It was logic. "And this isn't a new beginning. Beginning suggests that something has ended and nothing has so really this is just life continuing with an added feature."
That added feature being, dare he say it, a friend.
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on Apr 25, 2012 22:48:29 GMT -5
Peter couldn’t help but grin when Guy blinked back at his wink. Oh, someone had to have winked at this good looking man before.
"Do you have something in your eye...?"
“Nah. Where I come from, it’s what we do when we’re kidding around or trying to be amusing,” Peter explained. “I suppose it is a bit weird, but so are the other social interactions, like shaking hands.”
At least he’d always thought shaking hands was weird. It was a greeting, but men always turned it into a test of wills – who had the firmer shake? Am I going to be the dominant in our relationship...Too much pressure when you barely knew the name of whomever you were talking to...
“And sometimes, when we run into a cute guy or girl, it’s even used to flirt a bit.” Peter grinned, wondering if waggling his eyebrows would be over the top. Guy would probably just ask him if his eyebrows were itchy.
"It's just dinner. And this isn't a new beginning. Beginning suggests that something has ended and nothing has so really this is just life continuing with an added feature."
Peter smiled, not quite sure what to make of that. Of course, he was right – it wasn’t really new if something old hadn’t passed – but it always felt like he was beginning new chapters in his continuing life when he met people. But that probably had more to do with how he organized his own mind than how regular people did.
“And what would that added feature be?” he asked, honestly curious.
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Post by GUY "PSYCHE" ANANKE on May 15, 2012 22:46:27 GMT -5
“Nah. Where I come from, it’s what we do when we’re kidding around or trying to be amusing. I suppose it is a bit weird, but so are the other social interactions, like shaking hands.”
"Winks don't make sense. Shaking hands is positively stupid." Guy made a face. Shaking hands was a positively horrible; skin on skin contact and grasping and shaking and then there was the whole 'I am he man let me break your fingers' thing that Guy could never get into. He didn't do well with it either. Guy didn't have the masculine handshake. Guy had a problem with inconveniencing anyone or bothering them so he always went a little easy with that sort of thing.
“And sometimes, when we run into a cute guy or girl, it’s even used to flirt a bit.”
Guy's face lit up, slightly horrified. "That's a wretched way of flirting." He said quickly. Guy hated flirting. It was so ambiguous and there was no clear line. It was easy to think that someone was flirting and they weren't or they were and you didn't know it. Not to mention that men and women alike thought it was fun to flirt with Guy, get him agree to a date, and then find some horrible way to make it clear that it was always a joke.
Guy didn't date, he didn't flirt, because it was dangerous and unpredictable. That he didn't like.
“And what would that added feature be?”
Guy looked down at his plate and ran his fork over the surface.
"A friend, of course."
His only friend.
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Post by DETECTIVE PETER ARAMIS on May 16, 2012 22:53:42 GMT -5
"Winks don't make sense. Shaking hands is positively stupid."
Peter couldn’t help but chuckle at the face Guy made at that. It was almost like he was disgusted by the idea. Peter understood the sentiment completely.
“I was just thinking the same thing. Handshakes are something I just don’t get,” he threw in.
He was a bit surprised when Guy looked slightly horrified at his attempt at being his usual flirty self. He was going to have to reel himself in a bit.
"That's a wretched way of flirting."
“I dunno, it usually seems to work for me,” Peter said with a smile. “Never been turned down yet.”
It was sadly true. A little charm went a long way with both ladies and men. He’d smile, wink, and before he knew it, he was going home with some stranger. He supposed it wouldn’t get him far in the long run, but it never was about the long run for him, so why worry?
When he casually asked what Guy was adding as a bonus to the night, he was surprised when he looked down at his plate and ran his fork over the surface like he would rather be looking at anything but Peter. A moment later, he could guess why.
"A friend, of course."
Peter watched Guy for a moment, wondering if he had any other friends. It had obviously been hard for him to say, and he hoped Guy wasn’t waiting for him to tell him any differently. He liked Guy just fine. Even after fifteen minutes of dinner conversation as strangers, he liked him. There was something honest about him that Peter didn’t find in many other people.
“I like the sounds of that,” Peter replied, smiling gently at the other man. “I’m glad to have you as a friend.”
And he honestly was.
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