lucius.

                  ^{it’s almost a game now, how easy he can launch the man into a stuttering fit. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t having any fun, especially with the comments that somewhat came out of laurence’s mouth. the grin keeps to his lips and he chuckles, reaching up to pry one of his hands away from his face.}

^{❝ i’ve been told that once or twice. i’ve also been told that it’s an endearing aspect when it doesn’t border on irritating. which way do you lean? ❞ was that meant to be taken suggestively as well? maybe.}

                      fingers  curl  around  his,  pulling  one  had  away  from  his  face.  he  doesn’t  put  up  much  resistance,  just  glances  up  at  lucius  and  tries  to  shove  down  the  absolute  MORTIFICATION  welling  in  his  chest.  goddamn  it.  

                      he  isn’t  sure  if  lucius  is  throwing  him  a  line  or  hitting  on  him  AGAIN.  his  other  hand  dropped  (  though  he  notably  doesn’t  let  go  of  lucius’  hand.  or–  not  notably.  because  he  doesn’t  notice.  at  all.  definitely  doesn’t  realize  after  enough  time  has  passed  that  pulling  away  would  make  it  weird.  )

❛ en–dearing??  ❜  it  comes  out  as  a  question  though  he  realizes  it’s  true.  despite  the  ceaseless  embarrassment,  it’s  not  actually  too  bad.  ❛  i  lean  toward  endearing.  ❜  and  leans  forward,  apparently.