[ There's a faint shake of his head, almost like he's bashful--it's not like he typically enjoys attention, and in fact, he tries so hard to push and shove what he can off of himself, keeping boundaries where they should be, keeping hard walls between himself and others. To have Roche twisted to face him, entirely ignorant of the rest of the party, the bar, any of its other patrons--
It's a strange feeling. Even in this place, where he feels like he's mostly gotten by under the radar, he can't seem to puzzle out why Roche would be so intent on finding him at all. Is it really just for that rematch? Another dance, another race, another opportunity? ]
Hearing your own name? [ A faint twitch of his lips, amused; he keeps his gaze on his beer glass, gripping it lightly as though it tethers him down into the moment. ] From me? Is that the sort of thing that feels good?
[ He might be just a little drunk--it's a thought he has, sure, but not one he had meant to put into actual words. ]
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[ There's a faint shake of his head, almost like he's bashful--it's not like he typically enjoys attention, and in fact, he tries so hard to push and shove what he can off of himself, keeping boundaries where they should be, keeping hard walls between himself and others. To have Roche twisted to face him, entirely ignorant of the rest of the party, the bar, any of its other patrons--
It's a strange feeling. Even in this place, where he feels like he's mostly gotten by under the radar, he can't seem to puzzle out why Roche would be so intent on finding him at all. Is it really just for that rematch? Another dance, another race, another opportunity? ]
Hearing your own name? [ A faint twitch of his lips, amused; he keeps his gaze on his beer glass, gripping it lightly as though it tethers him down into the moment. ] From me? Is that the sort of thing that feels good?
[ He might be just a little drunk--it's a thought he has, sure, but not one he had meant to put into actual words. ]