Alice whimpered with the man’s tone. “Sorry Sir… Just thought you were nice looking…” She turned to leave.
“Nice? You think I look nice?” He reiterated.
“Kid, this is not nice.” Club circled the air around his face with his index finger. “There is no part of this that is nice.” She needed to be set straight.
Yanet was just shaking her head and cursing her impeccable good fortune to have such a lovely visit with the nicest of strangers. Walking over to where the inured man was, she just sighed and gave the man a shrug as if saying ‘what’re you gonna do?’
“Relax, alright. I gotta wipe the blood and find the source of the bleeding.” She smacked his hand away and began to clean his side with a wet rag, careful not to hurt him anymore than he already was. “Geez, you’re really battered up. What did you even do, pick a fight with the wrong guy?”
With a reluctant huff did Club drop his hands to his side, wincing as she rubbed a cloth against his stomach. “♣Ch'yea right,” he snorted. “♣More like the wrong guy picked a fight with me.” Maybe he’d come out like this, but the other guy hadn’t come out at all. Okay, technically his enemy hadn’t been a guy? As in, it hadn’t even been human??
As the blood was wiped away it was made clear that Club’s wound was a harsh slice up along his abdomen–it was easily treatable, thank god, but he’d likely need stitches. “♣…Got a needle, thread, and whiskey?” There was no way he was going to an actual hospital for this shit.
Maybe he was fishing for that smile. Maybe he was just saying things, as he often did. But whatever his goal was, it felt like a victory to get Diamond to smile. It usually did and this time didn’t fail him either.
“Good,” he mused, his little smirk getting a little less shy. “I don’t keep you around for nothing— though I guess being a little easy on the eyes yourself doesn’t hurt.”
Observation had always been a key point to his work in writing. Which was why eyes so meticulously began to pick at Diamond, wondering what it was going on in that head of his. He liked the other staring at him—that was no lie. But he doubted that it was silence under those eyes. Diamond was smarter than that.
“If you keep staring though, I might have to kiss you. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. That’s just how it works.”
At Emrys’ compliment a corner of Diamond’s lips quirked upwards, making his expression something more of a smirk–he’d never been properly versed in the ways of taking a compliment, so he tended to just accept them with a smile and hope it was enough. –That is, so long as he agreed with it. Though in instances such as this, with Rys complimenting his looks, Di certainly wasn’t going to disagree. It was nice to hear such kind words coming from the other man. …Even better to see them made on his lips.
When it was mentioned that a kiss was requisite to the staring, Diamond exhaled a huff of laughter. It was a soft noise, but what else was to be expected from a man who kept his emotions and reactions toned low?
“♦Might you really, now?” Queried Diamond. He took a step closer, and in efforts to restrain his smile from spreading once more into a grin, he took his lower lip between his teeth; “♦Well, so long as you’re not opposed to it, I think I’m going to just keep on staring.” But going by Emrys’ earlier words, the Jack seriously doubted there’d be any qualms if he continued to look.
mournus asked: [Whispers in ear] I want to do the dirtiest things to you. {pass on to the first 10 blogs on your dash and see their reaction} (for Spade tho)
“♠—I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Last time I tracked mud into the castle I got yelled at.”
Oh, he knows that face. And that face is doing nothing to convince Emrys that he’s upset—if that was his goal to begin with. Looking not at all bothered, he casually shrugged.
“Never said it wasn’t. But if it is —which it is— there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m pretty and you should enjoy that.”
Because of that comment it was the grin that won out, and Diamond gave a shake of his head. Not because he disapproved of or disagreed with Rys’ words, rather because he was just fascinated with how easy it was for the other man to say them.
“♦Oh, believe me,” his grin settled into just a simple smile, though the amusement was still just as bright in his eyes, “♦I enjoy it very much.”
And how could he not? Emrys was, as he’d said so himself, pretty, and if Diamond was allowed to look all he liked then you could dam well bet he would. Maybe he’d even be allowed a few face-touches here and there. Diamond would’ve gone right for it and reached out, but he was never quite sure how much contact was welcome to be made. …Sure, there was their whole… tumble out in Deck, but was he still allowed to touch? Granted, the contact he was thinking of making now wasn’t as intimate as it had been, but he was still unsure about reaching out.
“Yes, yes you are.” He answered with a wide smile. “But luckily for you I am not. I do not have duck tape on me.”
“I’m Keegan.”
And just like that, Club’s anger ebbed away. It wasn’t often that people he was rude to fought back, and having someone do so was pretty much the only way to earn his kindness. –And a grin. The smile stretched across Club’s lips, and he gave a sort of nod of acknowledgement;
“♣M'Club. So far, s'not so bad t'meet you, Keegan.”
