[ He nods. Personally, he'd pay someone to renovate it and live elsewhere in the meantime. He's probably somewhat picky about houses. About homes. He doesn't hate this one, it just speaks to him in a dialect he'd rather forget about. He takes another sip of coffee, concentrating on the taste this time, on the dark, rich flavour. It's well-made which fits with Jean Louis' general impression of the man. Life's too short for bad coffee when you keep yourself running on it in much the same way people run on oxygen.
What doesn't quite fit, of course, is the fact that Jean Louis is here in the first place. Drinking coffee. Acting casual. All afternoon, he's been getting a certain vibe from the other man that the common demographic of In&Out would probably have some ridiculous expression about, who knows, he's never been particularly likely to pick up on it. In this case, however... in this case...
He smiles slightly. Leans in just a fraction, enough to alter the space between their bodies from carefully casual to less than an inch away from outright suggestive. ]
A work in progress. Do you have a lot of those or is this merely deviation?
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What doesn't quite fit, of course, is the fact that Jean Louis is here in the first place. Drinking coffee. Acting casual. All afternoon, he's been getting a certain vibe from the other man that the common demographic of In&Out would probably have some ridiculous expression about, who knows, he's never been particularly likely to pick up on it. In this case, however... in this case...
He smiles slightly. Leans in just a fraction, enough to alter the space between their bodies from carefully casual to less than an inch away from outright suggestive. ]
A work in progress. Do you have a lot of those or is this merely deviation?