To be honest, Daniel had kind of expected he might get some bickering about a public tap on the ass. It's most assuredly not the case, and when he gives it a second though-- well, yeah, that makes sense.
He adds it to that list he's making, for when they're back alone in the apartment, though he's not sure if he means it for discussion or action.
Armand wins the hideous fucking banana, and Daniel cradles it like an infant, entertained as hell and unable to keep himself from leaning in for a kiss. "It's the worst fucking thing I've ever seen," he murmurs. "I love it."
I love you.
The words want out, and by god, Daniel is a master of repression. Not now. That tidbit about Santiago helps, and he squawks, affronted. "Santiago? I realize I wasn't born yet," and sorry to the poor guy they're doing this in front of, "but really? That guy?"
He snorts. "I seek a place I can feel you up in public."
The poor bastard with the bananas makes a slightly tortured sound. Daniel's not sorry.
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Date: 2024-08-29 01:43 am (UTC)He adds it to that list he's making, for when they're back alone in the apartment, though he's not sure if he means it for discussion or action.
Armand wins the hideous fucking banana, and Daniel cradles it like an infant, entertained as hell and unable to keep himself from leaning in for a kiss. "It's the worst fucking thing I've ever seen," he murmurs. "I love it."
I love you.
The words want out, and by god, Daniel is a master of repression. Not now. That tidbit about Santiago helps, and he squawks, affronted. "Santiago? I realize I wasn't born yet," and sorry to the poor guy they're doing this in front of, "but really? That guy?"
He snorts. "I seek a place I can feel you up in public."
The poor bastard with the bananas makes a slightly tortured sound. Daniel's not sorry.