[ yeah, mmhmm. you were saying? williamsburg, anybody? ]
How parochial.
[ if the look is meant to be any kind of deterrent than david needs to work on it or aim it at somebody who gives infinitely more fucks about that kind of thing. rafe doesn't let loose the full power of the smirk™ yet but it's waiting. lurking. and it only gets worse when it becomes clear that david isn't saying anything else. ]
Hm. I think that is the least I've ever heard you say about any single subject in twenty five years.
[ He's getting overly defensive and it shows, but David doesn't have a last resort for this kind of thing. He doesn't have a contingency plan. He just has his own sartorial expertise and a sort-of boyfriend he didn't want Rafe to know about.
David's gesture is fluttery and dismissive, and after chewing another bite of bagel he adds: ]
He's just a business major who dresses exactly the way you think business majors dress.
It's not a matter of what I'm wanting here, buddy. I'm just pointing out a fact.
[ and pointing it out with no small amount of smugness. if rafe were anyone else he'd be chortling but as it is rafe and he has certain standards to uphold, a very satisfied smile curls at the corner of his mouth. ]
And how exactly does a business major dress? [ considering certain parties present were accountancy majors back in the d— hold up a minute. ] ...Wait, tell me he's actually graduated and has a degree in this.
[ maybe other people would be concerned for the cradle-robbing aspect thereof but rafe is too hung up on the idea of david trusting business angles to a student still angling for internship credit. ]
[ hey, rafe doesn't care how old as long as he's properly certified and accredited to do what he does! ...and also doesn't treat david like shit. don't ask him which is the more important qualifier, it'd be embarrassing for them both.
but hm. doesn't this all start to paint a certain picture. rafe can hardly be blamed for dragging out this casual interrogation as long as possible— they haven't seen each other in a while, and it's been a longer while still since david went cagey over gushing talking about his personal life.
and because the longer he can stay on offense, the more likely it is that david will be distracted on defense and not turn the questions back around to "glitter card guy".
and so it's with the most casual tone and an unmerciful grin that rafe asks: ]
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chardismastic) wrote2016-08-08 05:33 pm
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How parochial.
[ if the look is meant to be any kind of deterrent than david needs to work on it or aim it at somebody who gives infinitely more fucks about that kind of thing. rafe doesn't let loose the full power of the smirk™ yet but it's waiting. lurking. and it only gets worse when it becomes clear that david isn't saying anything else. ]
Hm. I think that is the least I've ever heard you say about any single subject in twenty five years.
no subject
[ He's getting overly defensive and it shows, but David doesn't have a last resort for this kind of thing. He doesn't have a contingency plan. He just has his own sartorial expertise and a sort-of boyfriend he didn't want Rafe to know about.
David's gesture is fluttery and dismissive, and after chewing another bite of bagel he adds: ]
He's just a business major who dresses exactly the way you think business majors dress.
no subject
[ and pointing it out with no small amount of smugness. if rafe were anyone else he'd be chortling but as it is rafe and he has certain standards to uphold, a very satisfied smile curls at the corner of his mouth. ]
And how exactly does a business major dress? [ considering certain parties present were accountancy majors back in the d— hold up a minute. ] ...Wait, tell me he's actually graduated and has a degree in this.
[ maybe other people would be concerned for the cradle-robbing aspect thereof but rafe is too hung up on the idea of david trusting business angles to a student still angling for internship credit. ]
no subject
[ He flourishes with his bagel, mildly upset. David has never been and will never be a cradle robber. Jesus Christ. ]
And- you know. Boot-cut denim. Button-down shirts.
no subject
but hm. doesn't this all start to paint a certain picture. rafe can hardly be blamed for dragging out this casual interrogation as long as possible— they haven't seen each other in a while, and it's been a longer while still since david went cagey over gushing talking about his personal life.
and because the longer he can stay on offense, the more likely it is that david will be distracted on defense and not turn the questions back around to "glitter card guy".and so it's with the most casual tone and an unmerciful grin that rafe asks: ]
Plaid?