( The longer he stays in the other man's presence the more Aventurine is certain he's made the right choice in following him out. He really hadn't clocked just how handsome he was at a distance, the shadows and light throwing his features into sharp relief. If he had a poetic bone in his body, he could easily see himself losing a night or two to bad odes to his face alone.
Luckily for the both of them, he's a gambler at heart. No poetry, just action. And the ease with which he lit the zippo-- oh yes, Aventurine is interested.
He takes a drag, and then another, exhaling with ease. )
That's true. ( Aventurine admits, smile curving wider as he notes that the other man is checking him out. So far, so good. But he's not counting it as a win just yet. ) But I'm willing to bet none of them are quite as skilled with their hands as you are.
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Luckily for the both of them, he's a gambler at heart. No poetry, just action. And the ease with which he lit the zippo-- oh yes, Aventurine is interested.
He takes a drag, and then another, exhaling with ease. )
That's true. ( Aventurine admits, smile curving wider as he notes that the other man is checking him out. So far, so good. But he's not counting it as a win just yet. ) But I'm willing to bet none of them are quite as skilled with their hands as you are.