( That familiar flustered squawk. Louis pulls Lestat back with an arm around his waist, and they end up face to face in front of a popcorn stand. The look Louis gives him is at least twice as stern as he actually feels, playfully annoyed, though the flush of embarrassment is very real.
(Is this flirting? Are they flirting? Have they always been flirting?)
He lifts his free hand to the rim of Lestat's ridiculous glasses and pushes them up into his hair so that he can look him in the eyes, but that only makes Louis' heart beat faster. )
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( That familiar flustered squawk. Louis pulls Lestat back with an arm around his waist, and they end up face to face in front of a popcorn stand. The look Louis gives him is at least twice as stern as he actually feels, playfully annoyed, though the flush of embarrassment is very real.
(Is this flirting? Are they flirting? Have they always been flirting?)
He lifts his free hand to the rim of Lestat's ridiculous glasses and pushes them up into his hair so that he can look him in the eyes, but that only makes Louis' heart beat faster. )
Do I need to keep you on a leash?