[ David wouldn't fuck anything that wears flannel unironically, thank you, but- no, actually, that's a lie. He did once. Shut up.
He clears his throat, sidling around the counter and picking at the edge conspicuously. Not necessarily playing coy so much as wanting to put some distance between him and the inquisitive party. It lessens the burn of that microscope. ]
Patrick.
[ He delivers with enunciated crispness, giving Rafe a look. ]
no subject
He clears his throat, sidling around the counter and picking at the edge conspicuously. Not necessarily playing coy so much as wanting to put some distance between him and the inquisitive party. It lessens the burn of that microscope. ]
Patrick.
[ He delivers with enunciated crispness, giving Rafe a look. ]