( Said fellow outsider is slumped over a table with his face pressed to the sticky plastic top unrepentantly, but he does look up when Astarion approaches, gaze sweeping over him from behind the orange of his glasses. )
You got pants? No fair.
( Vash has not been similarly blessed, his brows tugging briefly into a cranky frown before he rights himself, pushing up on the table with two hands to rock himself upright and sitting. Only then does he properly smile, because it's not his new friend's fault he's forever beleaguered by skirts. )
Ten, huh? I get it. You're a handsome guy! ( Waggling those previously dispirited eyebrows more playfully. ) Anyone worth knowing?
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You got pants? No fair.
( Vash has not been similarly blessed, his brows tugging briefly into a cranky frown before he rights himself, pushing up on the table with two hands to rock himself upright and sitting. Only then does he properly smile, because it's not his new friend's fault he's forever beleaguered by skirts. )
Ten, huh? I get it. You're a handsome guy! ( Waggling those previously dispirited eyebrows more playfully. ) Anyone worth knowing?